WEEKLY MONSTER 111
Good afternoon. Without further delay, please meet Weekly Monster 111. I hope you’ll like it. I wonder what’s on its mind. What do you think? I’m looking forward to hearing what you know about 111. The one thing I know is that 344 LOVES YOU
It’s pretty silly and it has a toucan beak. It’s going to the monster swimming pool where it will swim. It’s name is “Silly Bill”. His favorite colors are pink, purple, orange, and yellow. His cape should be striped. –Sarah and Emmy and Denali.
Oh this sleepy lil’ guy is so bored. I’m betting that no. 111 is thinking of palindromes + ambigrams. ~___^
Hmmmm… There’s another bird sitting right across from him. It’s a female of the species and she has a friend! Looks like it’s going to be a threesome. Feathers and quills will fly ;D
This is what the dust bunnies under my bed *really* look like thru a microscope. Night after night, they fly around in the air current whenever I turn over in my sleep. All they need is a leader to make a plan for them all to fly up and away to the ceiling. Looks like #111 may be who they need.
Gretel rued the minute she ever considered mixing Taco Bell with opium. Now, bloated with salt and floating on an poppy-seed cloud, she fluttered her wings weakly and settled down for a nap.
I was in the lighthouse when Flight 111 plunged into the sea off Peggy’s Cove nine years ago, taking with it all 229 people on board as well as (less importantly, let’s be clear) a Picasso called “Le Peintre”. The flight data recorder revealed: The painting had been sitting quietly in Seat 14A; the woman in Seat 14B thought the image on the canvas next to her looked like a long-billed monster bird with a sad monster eye and Seat 12A agreed, noting the protruding belly and legs like a fleur-de-lis made from noodles and Seat 9C smelled something funny and Seat 10A kept peeking behind him to catch a glimpse of the celebrated canvas and Seat 20D was the first to see the flames and Seat 15A whispered excitedly to her neighbor that in Chicago there was a giant Picasso sculpture that looks like a crosseyed wolf-horse from the front but a woman from behind and 15B was startled to see a woman lurking inside Le Peintre (her face, the negative space between the bill and the neck; the creature’s belly, the concavity of her throat; the sad eye becomes her hoop earring; the wings, her floating hair) and Seat 23C began to pray and Seat 17D opened the seat pocket in front of him to see what to do and I saw the plane coming close to the water and I closed my eyes and when I finally opened them again, I saw sad monster 111 rising up from the sea, and they say throughout the course of Picasso’s life, he painted 229 more paintings named simply “Peintre” and that’s just more self-indulgence on his part, most people probably think, but for those of us in the lighthouse that day, we know they’re wrong (for once): he was painting one for every person on the flight, hoping that by some sympathetic magic the paintings could go back in time and fill up the other seats on the plane and that by doing this he could save them all.
Curly feet Joe looks so sad
Hey Joe…Why?
Stripe pattern wings are not so bad
Joe Krausbein ist in depressiver Stimmung. Er ist verantwortlich für das Design der Monsterbeinkleider. Als sehr innovativer, vor Kreativität sprudelnder Mensch, packt ihn jeden Morgen erneut dieses grauenhafte Grauen, denn die Monster wünschen ausschliesslich Streifen auf den Stoffen. Immerhin in der Breitenwahl wird ihm eine gewisse künstlerische Freiheit gewährt. Er hat auch schon da und dort mal einen kleinen Kräusel oder Kringel eingeschmuggelt. Aber dieses versteckte Designen zermürbt ihn mehr und mehr. Allzugerne würde er mit wild wuchernden Ornamenten, Mustern und knalligen Farben rumexperimentieren. Aber nein, seine Kunden lieben den seriösen Look.
Jetzt ist ihm nichts anderes übrig geblieben als bei sich selbst Hand anzulegen. Die Beine zur Welle gestylt…ein gelungenes Ergebnis.