Erni Bar: German Wet Ones or Does my bum look big with these?

[Dean aka Artist in Seine]

Straight from ERNINESS king himself. Never before has something like this been turned into mail art.   But what could it be?

The Art Hammer hit the nail right on the head.

Ready to "go" moist toilet paper

Thank you Erni.  I plan to take along next week on my three week trip to America.  The guide book says that you should carry your own toilet paper, don't drink the water and don't speak to cowboys.  This might turn out to be a messy blog!

[Alicia Starr]

Thunderstorms and heavy rains in the Midwest of the US Erni. I went with the flow and actually had a memorable/wonderful time. It was an adventure of the Zen degree. 

[Katerina Nikoltsou (MomKat)]

Pure poetry!

"...I saw a newborn baby with wild wolves all around it

saw a highway of diamonds with nobody on it

 saw a black branch with blood that kept drippin'

 saw a room full of men with their hammers a-bleedin'

 saw a white ladder all covered with water

 saw ten thousand talkers whose tongues were all broken

 saw guns and sharp swords in the hands of young children ..."

".... I heard the sound of a thunder that roared out a warnin'

 heard the roar of a wave that could drown the whole world

 heard one hundred drummers whose hands were a-blazin'

 heard ten thousand whisperin' and nobody listenin'

 heard one person starve, I heard many people laughin'

heard the song of a poet who died in the gutter

heard the sound of a clown who cried in the alley...."

"...I  met a young child beside a dead pony

 met a white man who walked a black dog

 met a young woman whose body was burning

 met a young girl, she gave me a rainbow

 met one man who was wounded in love

met another man who was wounded in hatred..."

"...I'm a-goin' back out 'fore the rain starts a-fallin'

I'll walk to the depths of the deepest black forest

Where the people are a many and their hands are all empty

Where the pellets of poison are flooding their waters

Where the home in the valley meets the damp dirty prison

And the executioner's face is always well hidden

Where hunger is ugly, where souls are forgotten

Where black is the color, where none is the number

And I'll tell and speak it and think it and breathe it

And reflect from the mountain so all souls can see it

And I'll stand on the ocean until I start sinkin'

But I'll know my song well before I start singing

And it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard, and it's a hard

It's a hard rain's a-gonna fall."

[Bifidus Jones]

Oh, Bob!

[Katerina Nikoltsou (MomKat)]

[Katerina Nikoltsou (MomKat)]

"Oh, where have you been, my blue-eyed son?

And where have you been my darling young one?

I've stumbled on the side of twelve misty mountains

I've walked and I've crawled on six crooked highways

I've stepped in the middle of seven sad forests

I've been out in front of a dozen dead oceans

I've been ten thousand miles in the mouth of a graveyard

And it's a hard,

it's a hard,

it's a hard,

and it's a hard

It's a hard rain's a-gonna fall."

He's Free-Wheelin'...

...Don't think twice, it's alright...

[Dean aka Artist in Seine]

When it rains it's salt.  Poor Alicia sleeping in an airport.  But thanks for the photos.  I always wondered what 4 am looks like.

  Hope everything worked out in the end.  It did for Robert Allen Zimmerman, as we use to call him in Duluth, Minnesota.  Strange looking kid he was.

[Katerina Nikoltsou (MomKat)]

Water, water, everywhere!

[Katerina Nikoltsou (MomKat)]

Heavy rain storms and flooding in Chicago...Midwest.

Rivers overflowing...take care dear friends!

[Alicia Starr]

Dean, Stuck at the airport: My home for 2 days at the Chicago Ohare airport, Terminal 3.  These photos were taken after our 4am wake up call by a security guard who announced in a booming voice "Wake up people, time to go". I did have a great place under a tree with this portable art gallery as a head rest. See below.

They started removing the cots at 4:05 am.  

[Katerina Nikoltsou (MomKat)]

Meanwhile, back in the "normal" part of the world:

(my, but that photo of yours looks coooold, Bifidus! brrrrr)