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not for the kiddies
Tuesday, May 25th, 2010Now You See Them…
Tuesday, February 9th, 2010you don’t even freaking know me.
Friday, February 5th, 2010No Clue! No Way!
Pop Quiz! What did I do today?

Bicycle Juggling?!?
What??? Wrong.
How assumptive of you.
Due to the strategically placed beanie on your head, and all those dank nugs in your mustache, I don’t need to tell you how HIGH you are.
Who taught you to use your brain that way?
I won’t allow it. You’re thought factory privileges are revoked.
It’s time to recycle those neuro ice bergs.

Next Year Plans..
Wednesday, December 30th, 2009get all of the prints I have been making and give them to you.
learn to do a back flip.
introduce a small child to the internet.

Art & Nature
Monday, November 9th, 2009A very short story by bin.
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November!
Thursday, November 5th, 2009back to the future
Saturday, August 29th, 2009
Create Marty McFly in his hovering DeLorean! Click HERE for time travel greatness!
UPDATE:
Why is M J Fox so mad?
ask him yourself!

tat update…
Saturday, July 25th, 2009…The surprising conclusion to “help a motha out“, is finally here.
a direct quote from Mary Dean (that’s my mom) follows.
“Thank you for your overwhelming support. After much deep thought, and considering I would sacrifice my life for this amazing son of mine, how else could I represent his greatness than having his gorgeousness rendered permanently? Maybe he should do it himself, I don’t know any better artists.”
So you heard it here first. I will be giving my own mother a portrait tattoo of myself on her arm.
“But Bin!,” you say. “You’ve never tattooed anyone before!”
You’re right, Neuro readers. But I have a helpful source, and thankfully my mom is a bit of a wino.
help a motha out
Thursday, July 2nd, 2009Sometimes, a son has to return the favor of being birthed, and talk some sense into their mother….
Who wouldn’t want their successful, beautiful baby boy tattooed on their arm???
Screw lame bumper stickers, my mom doesn’t drive a mini-van. She needs more, she deserves more.
One flash of the bicep and a “My uterus produced such greatness,” would be all she needs at the Christian mothers dinner to top all those dreadful bragging arguments about future doctors and lawyers.
She needs your help.
Any encouragement you can offer will help my indecisive mother take the leap to greatness.
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