Out Eddie (Maiden Eddie, the Zombie, icon skinny skeleton guy) is the insane Killer Clown MushroomBrain, our quest is like the Schrödinger Cat to Rule you all trough our unknown indirect media...
But lets not talk more about that, because we will ruin or cover...
Anyway, the Schrödinger Cat which we can call Mr Kippers or, ooh wait, Dr. Nipples, he (or she) is one very clever feline cat...
She (or he, or should one say it???) is fooling the scientists by disarming their mechanical randomized cat killing device, Dr. Nipples is a real cool cat, she is pitch black as night and if light shine on her eyes they are really shiny...
She used to live with a dog before she took her Doctors hat and degree, the dog liked to jam and eat yam yam yum yum thai soups through a very narrow straw through his right nostril or nozzle whilst farting the national anthem in between his double edged buttock...
He liked a slice of thin cucumber between his lettuce and a drink of old gone bad ale through a sock...
Once he was on a trip floating away on a weetabix towards the evening sun as a Knight with his spear held high like and old witch going for the Blue Virgin in express speed slower than light or even a candle on a tortuous back spinning backwards in to the fifth dimension like Beelzebub on Heroin lending a Hand to Uncle Brian The Eno...
Once Rain deer the Rude Nosed Rain Deer spun it to far and twisted his Uncle tummy while playing the fist fighting exodyte game with the Yugoslav Mafia while making a Graffiti for free like a tattoo on the back of a violet pinkish smurf from Hades and Beyond the Midget Dwarf planet called Pluto...
More or less has happened since that time that has past, we still make our arts and fine farts in our tiny tiny tiny very tiny studio, we paint the Galaxy bright with our random and ordered chaos noise...
You need no one butt us, we are the butt which was formed from the Brown Hole at the beginning of ancient ages, we are the spawn fetus of the Devils tadpole, we are the glitch orgasms of any friday and/or every second saturday, Tranny Hennesy is here to save your shiny clean halo hovering above your heads, we make it dirty, bad and nasty and we make it good, which is really bad...
Flux away on a video and anti-music trip inhale the fungus in to your hearts, we bid you nothing but surreal madness, collect it for free, we are the fluxus of outsider art, the Grim Hippy Reaper even fears us like a friday without alcohol or a virgin without a chastity...
So put on your favorite your favorite chastity belt and nail yourself to the top of the ceiling pour up some ale that has gone bad last week and drink it through a sock, now you will hear the Latest TRANSVESTITEstallion anti-music, anti-tune of post anti dadaism, we will hit you with our Musique Concrete like a thick brick hitting your thin atrophied scaly head...
