HOORAY FOR ME! I finally have a fucking BLARRG like millions of other narcissistic idiots out there...

I will be filling it with all sorts of nonsense that I personally find amusing, disgusting, entertaining and most likely a little boring. I may even use it as a platform to subject you to my personal artwork, just like EVERY other miserable, aspiring artist out there in internet land. I can't guarantee that it will be an enjoyable experience for you - what I CAN guarantee is that it won't change the world in anyway shape or form.

In fact, I feel kinda sorry for you for stumbling onto this little speck on the World Wide Web, with millions of BLOGS and PORN WEBSITES vying for your precious time, you're wasting it here reading dopey shit. GO AWAY! Do something productive...make a sandwich, build a blanket fort, sit on the toilet and actually read a BOOK...Christ, do anything but hang around here.

That being said, if you have accidentally stumbled onto this site, feel free to poke around and make a comment or two if so inclined. Maybe I'll respond...or not, depends on my mood that day.

I look forward to wasting your time. -KEMO

Monday, October 5, 2015

Ben Cooper and Collegeville Memories


Well, I guess it's only fitting that I do a quick and dirty post on the AWESOMENESS of a Ben Cooper / Collegeville Halloween. Anyone who grew up in the 60's and 70's will be able to relate to that suffocating feeling of wearing a thin vacuum formed mask pressed up against your face, while you tried to breathe through the tiny 'air hole' in the mouth. The only thing that hole was good for was trying to force your tongue through it without slicing it in half on the razor sharp edge. It was always good for a laugh-you're friends ALWAYS giggled, and you kept doing it until your tongue got stuck and your tongue looked like some bloody polyp or intestinal hernia...


We thought we were 'da'shit'! Homemade costumes were for losers and if you were rocking one of these bad boys you were the man. You had a bitchin' mask with a blank stare, that you could never see out of properly because the eye holes never lined up OR the mask slid on a weird angle as you ran down the street to the next house. Neighbors would look at you with unease, because A) you looked creepy as hell in that mask, B) you were 4 feet tall and looked creepy as hell in that mask C) they could never understand you when you spoke though the tiny mouth hole, you were 4 feet tall and you  looked CREEPY as hell in that mask! ... and you LOVED every second of it.



Bask in the glow of Halloweens from the 60's & 70's:





















Just for the record, I'm one of those pathetic individuals that feels the need to search out and purchase shit from when he was a kid, as some sort of way to hang onto his childhood. Thirty years later I was able to track down the Pirate Mask that I'm wearing in this photo...


...and yes, I wear it.

In my underwear.








2 comments:

  1. I've been reading and loving the blog, and I hope it goes on forever, but I've developed the sinking feeling that you are taking pictures of your own collection. Do you own all of these items? What an insanely great collection! Where do you keep it all -- an airplane hangar?

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    1. LOL! Thanx man. We'll see...I'll keep posting as long as I have something to say or share. As for the pictures, not all are mine...my wife would have killed me by now. But I do have a ton of shit that my family will turn into a funeral pyre and throw my body on it when I die.

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