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“Ron Fucking Swanson” - Portrait Painting by Sam Spratt
Being a fan of high-quality comedy television and not watching Parks and Recreation might just be the second most blasphemous thing you could do (the 1st of course being not watching Arrested Development). If for some reason you are in the “yet to watch” category, I present to you Ron Swanson aka exhibit A on what you are missing (youtube video).
If you have “seen the light” and are already familiar with Swanson Greatness, I humbly give you my painting of him. Features include: High and tight Swanson haircut, Swanson body hair, Swanson mustache, Swanson mustache chest hair (not groomed, grows that way naturally), Tammy tattoo, Tammy 2 tattoo, Tattoo of the text from Ron’s Speech to the boy’s basketball team, copious amounts of meat, the Swanson Pyramid of Greatness, Food and Stuff grocery store desk sticker, and Mulligan’s Steakhouse apron. High-quality Archival Prints Available HERE
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On September 28, 1977 Eraserhead was released.
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I made. But I put myself in the middle of the road, but I didn’t reach for the sky, I fell into the ditch. Sloppy, raw, and unfiltered, tonights the night. Off pitch and out of tune, but I wouldn’t change a single note. The night with the groovy plot, out of sight. I felt my life in the cartoon. I’ve been a searcher, but I’m coming to you now. This cartoon man. What a peaceful place. I’m watching it and it’s holding me. So this is where the answer lies? The cartoon, behind your eyes? I’ll be watching my tv, but it’ll be watching you. If only I knew what was going on though. With so little sleep I get groogy when things are going on, and when it’s not I’m so excited. But it’s differen’t tonight you know. Everbody’s nowhere and the climax is fitting. Some speak out. No one loses, and no one wins, except for me. That’s why I won’t kill myself. I have way too much fun. It’s just a game, you see me play, only real, in the way, that I feel, from day to day. Although the answer, is not unknown, this friggen cartoon isn’t telling me anything. The entire world is hangin’ on a string. But that doesn’t mean that much to me. I’m much more concerned about this cartoon. Err. the cartoon, is on the string. On the world, and the world is on another string, but I don’t know what that string is on. But anyways, this peaceful land. I look out on a peaceful land, with no war near by, an ocean of the same kind of people who don’t see the peaceful land that I see.. And I’m climbin’ this ladder, ya know? So it’s kind of hard. I need to get out of that ditch. Head in the clouds now. And this whole time when I was on the middle of the road i wanted to be like other people, live there life. I hope that it matters, but, I’m having my douts. And this ladder, man, it’s like, not fun. I like the ditch, not what got me there in the ditch, but ya’ know, there’s not lots of people judging you in the ditch because there just as bad and the people in the middle of the road don’t even notice you. They notice other people that don’t even deserve it. How long does it take to get appreciated. That’s now a question, but it’s not a statement ethier. So if I’m at the sky, looking out on this peaceful place, everybody’s got thier gimmicks and such and I’m just fiddling my thumbs. I don’t know what’s going to happen. I sure have a nice veiw though. Someone’s said this before though, I’m singing a borrwed tune. I’m just too waisted to write my own. Hmm, what to do. Baby, lets go down town! And try to live your life in the ditch but the light is shinin’ in your eyes and you don’t know what to fuckin’ do. It’s pretty bad when you’re dealing with the man and the light shines in your eyes. Pretty soon your thumbs start to fall off because you can’t even keep up anymore. But once you get past that light there’s a whole lot of interesting people in the ditch, and like, you know, you’ve never been there, but you begin to mellow out. Life is slower because you’re not on the fucking road with all those big ass cars that are better than your car, you’re in the fucking ditch. I’m satisfied with the fish I caught on a string and hook because it’s the fucking ditch baby. Crank up a jumpin tune, with a full moon, you don’t even have to ask. Screw watching a cartoon, I am a cartoon. It’s something so hard to find, a situation that can mellow you out. Will I return to the middle of the road? Raidroad track! Hogwash! That’s up to me, but not me now, a later me, a me in the future, the old me would have never ran into the ditch, the new me welcomes it. There’s something so appealing and hard to find about throwing away the things in your life when they’re going good. Let me tell ya’, yeah, you guys are gonna’ get a treat. It’s going to be better than a harmonica solo. I sold that old thing, I’m a nickel and dime kind of guy now. But I only was a quater guy before that, so going from low to really low doesn’t bother me. Lettme tell you how I got into the ditch, well, it was too dark for me to put the keys in my ignition, the morning sun is yet to climb my hood ornaments. and before too long those flashing red lights…. Fucking swerved off the road. I’ll never see mama again. Good, I was spending all my money at the flower shop anyways. It’s hard to keep in contact when you’re living in a hole anyways. But it’s not a hole, it’s a ditch baby! To call it a whole would be a disgrace. I’m not going back to Woodstock for a while. Though I long to hear that lonesome hippy smile… I feel able to get under even lower, thought my feet aren’t on the ground, I can stand on all of the open hearted people. Which is great, but you wont find them in the middle of the road. You don’t even know how real people can get. Maybe because you’ll higher than that ladder. So I’m still in my ditch right and then I realize that this ditch isn’t fucking good enough for me man, so I go to another ditch with some different people with out the road, although the road makes it easier I did not take the road because I still hate the middle of the road. Rent a car? Ronald Mcdonald. No. So I go to this ditch that is better, and I’m thinking like, this ditch is a little too deep, I need to elevate it more, so I get some brown dirt, the brownest, in a place where dirt is made up of it’s brownness, and be brown. And I pile the dirt with a reliable spade ‘til It went from ten feet below the ground to three, and then man, as soon as I do that. Some fucking people want to take the ditch, not those dick heads on the road but the people in the ditch, my fucking brothers man. They turned there back on me and they say they don’t like the hard work I put did on that fucking ditch. So I say fuck them and I kill them. So it’s just me in the ditch, which is nice, except for the fact that Eugene won’t make me coffee anymore because I have his intestines hanging on my wall. so I have to make myself coffee or else I get awfully cranky and lose my good will. I miss good Willy from Philly though, he was an honest guy, a guy you can count on. Did I tell you the news? I got a new mama! She’s got the sun in her eyes. I hardly even remember my old one. This one know’s my name and invites me to thanksgiving. She doesn’t care that I live in a ditch. She’s so cool with it. She’s a willow tree. A dead willow tree. I wanted to bury her, but nobody would bury her with me. People have funerals for living things all the time, but nobody ever morns a tree. The Ents from Lord Of the Rings Must have funerals, but then I would imagine, that would make so many more trees though. It’s like after their death they help the other trees grow. All dead people do is waste money and get in the way. I need to find people who need some ents. Everybody’s telling me to come home now. Do you know the only way to get home? Take the ROAD! Ha! What fools. No thanks, I don’t want bulletholes in my car window. The people hate me up there so much now. I really think their jealous. That’s what pisses people off; have a good time. But it wasn’t supposed to go down that way. I do have one thing, one thing I want to tell you. I learned something from my time in the ditch, and in the cartoon, and on the clouds in the peaceful land. People say, hey, is that guy just a heavy doper? He’s just a loser! After all, he was a friends of YOURS. So please, take my advice. That’s all I want. Take my advice and open up those tired eyes. Open up those tired, blood red eyes for me. And look, look around. It’s more fun than you would think it would be. I can see everything, it’s so beautiful. People are still stupid, but they are funny stupid. Bruce Berry and John Kennedy are still dead, but we had a fun time at their funerals. People, let me tell you, late at night, Bruce Berry would come in my house and play my guitar. I would hear him as I was sleeping, I knew it was him I couldn’t be anybody but him. He had a sparkle in his playing if that was possible. The same one that was in his eyes. Old Bruce, he used to sleep until the afternoon. If you never heard him sing, I guess you’ll want to soon. Cause people, let me tell you, it sent a chill up and down my spine. But when When I picked up the telephone, and heard that he died, out on the mainline… Sloppy, raw, and unfiltered Tonight’s the Night. But David Briggs would be rolling over in his grave. However improper. Improperly ever, how? How improperly ever!! I’m proper, how ever… How I’m ever proper. You better believe it.