An artistic collective is chomping at the bits.

It might require that you are hot, and into group sex, but I will work out the disclosure and waiver forms later.

Here you go. This is the first email in an arcane discourse that shall morph into a cathartic diatribe. Hmmm.. is that our group… DiaTribe? No.

Anyhoo… set up a date, like Saturday between 1:30 and 4pm or something.

What?

It is House of Fishbits (Depending. I will make a website if this actually happens, and will see about selectively engaging people to join.) Sorry. My idea. Maybe, Unclefishbits Palace of Pleasure and Dance… Maybe Son of Papa Tall Man’s lily pad. We will chat about it.

SO… I want to goof off under the pretensious guise of art.

I want to take a card table and seats to Union square, two people seated in a serious meeting across from each other. Just staring. Switch briefcases, and walk away. All in suits, plus four or five other people standing around the table looking around quite nervously and expectedly. I know it is legal to do, but we would definitely get hassled. Great fun. Like… briefcases with handcuffs on them. I have taken to wearing handcuffs on my briefcase while in the city sometimes. Albeit more likely to get mugged, you are also more likely to look super super badass.

I want to do the same thing, but in parking garages.

I also want to figure out how to work jewel thieves into some plot. I think jewel thieves are so fucking cool.

I want to hang a brick like art from a brick building. Maybe get a frame.

Childrens music toys, speak and spell, voice synth, bullhorns….. odd sonic stuff in public. Nothing too crazy.

AND… what inspired this all….
a guy in a bunny suit
a guy in a suit that is “dead” (not moving, not nuthin’)
a guy on a stationary bike
a ballerina
maybe a houseplant

these people and more….

we read excerpts from plays and movies….

horror films especially.. lots of fake blood.
then a stoppard play, virginia woolf, then a scene from tommy boy, old
school.. etc. (fucked up keep em on their toes weirdo shit across the board!)

of course… dead guy cannot talk. The plant is quiet. The bunny
hops, the ballerina pirouettes. And someone can actually do part of
the play…. but most of it would end up silent wouldn’t it?

I want to do this and more. And I think we are the people to do it. Let me know, cause I am DEAD serious.