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The inquisition

2012-01-22T11:14:00.000-08:00

"We know the cruelest of fanatics by thier exceptionally clear consciences." - Dostoyevsky

Good Red Blood/The Double Agent

2012-01-19T14:26:00.000-08:00

Good Red Blood/The Double Agent from John Rasmussen on Vimeo.

Directed by John Rasmussen
Written by Peter Teraberry

The Overman

2012-01-18T18:55:00.000-08:00

Carefull when you mix nuts.

2012-01-16T21:51:00.000-08:00

Baroom Buddies

2012-01-07T19:59:00.001-08:00

Mister Hollywood

2011-12-29T10:38:00.001-08:00

Sally Goes to Paris

2011-12-22T09:47:00.000-08:00

Sunny

2011-12-20T09:23:00.000-08:00

concerned ostrich and dead swan

2011-12-14T19:40:00.000-08:00

The Naturalist

2011-12-06T20:40:00.001-08:00

Headless Guitar Player

2011-12-06T20:28:00.001-08:00

The Boys Day Out

2011-12-02T08:08:00.001-08:00

Crooks 1 - Cops 0

2011-11-30T14:33:00.001-08:00

Not For Kids

2011-11-30T13:28:00.001-08:00

I have a page in the coloring book curated by Joe Heaps Nelson.

Can be purchased here: http://policebrutalitycoloringbook.blogspot.com/

face the face

2011-11-29T16:25:00.001-08:00

Worried Demon

2011-11-24T10:22:00.001-08:00

Joe Heaps

2011-11-22T13:17:00.000-08:00

Behind the Scenes- on the set of Good Red Blood/The Double Agent

2011-11-17T14:05:00.000-08:00

John Rasmussen hard at work.

Wheelin and Dealin

2011-11-14T19:15:00.000-08:00

The humorless try to steal my smiles.

A Drunken Toast

2011-11-11T16:41:00.000-08:00

Don't tell me your card

2011-11-10T21:52:00.000-08:00

I have seven diamonds

Wizard of the East Side

2011-11-01T19:42:00.000-07:00

You Think Too Much

2011-10-30T16:01:00.000-07:00

A Johnson

2011-10-30T15:59:00.000-07:00

Disembodied

2011-10-26T19:34:00.000-07:00

Blue Jay

2011-10-23T11:14:00.001-07:00

Golden Tan

2011-10-20T14:38:00.000-07:00

Dancin' with Mister D

2011-10-20T14:14:00.000-07:00

Lady Eleanor

2011-10-14T19:30:00.000-07:00

Trouble at Red Rock

2011-10-11T13:06:00.000-07:00

My Last Bad Day

2011-10-07T20:03:00.000-07:00

robo a go go

2011-10-05T17:09:00.000-07:00

I don't remember this room.

2011-10-04T17:34:00.000-07:00

Transmission

2011-10-04T17:29:00.001-07:00

Shake Off the Sand

2011-09-28T07:25:00.000-07:00

Consensus!

2011-09-27T19:24:00.000-07:00

Back to Basics

2011-09-26T06:23:00.000-07:00

The Bad Old Days

2011-09-21T19:29:00.000-07:00

The Cave

2011-09-19T10:33:00.000-07:00

The Cave from John Rasmussen on Vimeo.

Directed by John Rasmussen
Written by Pete Teraberry
Music by THE TENTACLES

Between Worlds

2011-09-16T12:19:00.000-07:00

Inside The Baby Factory

2011-09-12T19:31:00.000-07:00

Bar Scene

2011-08-28T11:11:00.000-07:00

Les Go!!!

2011-08-27T12:00:00.000-07:00

dinosauria, we

2011-08-17T18:09:00.000-07:00

born like this
into this
as the chalk faces smile
as Mrs. Death laughs
as the elevators break
as political landscapes dissolve
as the supermarket bag boy holds a college degree
as the oily fish spit out their oily prey
as the sun is masked

we are
born like this
into this
into these carefully mad wars
into the sight of broken factory windows of emptiness
into bars where people no longer speak to each other
into fist fights that end as shootings and knifings

born into this
into hospitals which are so expensive that it's cheaper to die
into lawyers who charge so much it's cheaper to plead guilty
into a country where the jails are full and the madhouses closed
into a place where the masses elevate fools into rich heroes

born into this
walking and living through this
dying because of this
muted because of this
castrated
debauched
disinherited
because of this
fooled by this
used by this
pissed on by this
made crazy and sick by this
made violent
made inhuman
by this

the heart is blackened
the fingers reach for the throat
the gun
the knife
the bomb
the fingers reach toward an unresponsive god

the fingers reach for the bottle
the pill
the powder

we are born into this sorrowful deadliness
we are born into a government 60 years in debt
that soon will be unable to even pay the interest on that debt
and the banks will burn
money will be useless
there will be open and unpunished murder in the streets
it will be guns and roving mobs
land will be useless
food will become a diminishing return
nuclear power will be taken over by the many
explosions will continually shake the earth
radiated robot men will stalk each other
the rich and the chosen will watch from space platforms
Dante's Inferno will be made to look like a children's playground

the sun will not be seen and it will always be night
trees will die
all vegetation will die
radiated men will eat the flesh of radiated men
the sea will be poisoned
the lakes and rivers will vanish
rain will be the new gold

the rotting bodies of men and animals will stink in the dark wind
the last few survivors will be overtaken by new and hideous diseases

and the space platforms will be destroyed by attrition
the petering out of supplies
the natural effect of general decay

and there will be the most beautiful silence never heard
born out of that.

the sun still hidden there
awaiting the next chapter.

I was the worst of the lot, and I got a lot worse.

2011-08-13T13:16:00.000-07:00

Woman Problems

2011-08-13T13:12:00.001-07:00

Dip the Pen

2011-08-13T13:09:00.001-07:00

The Lunatic

2011-08-11T21:01:00.000-07:00

The Plutocrat

2011-08-07T20:43:00.000-07:00

Hullabaloo

2011-07-30T19:33:00.000-07:00

What was I waiting for?

2011-07-30T09:26:00.000-07:00

Flight Plan

2011-07-28T18:36:00.000-07:00

The Laugher

2011-07-26T14:22:00.000-07:00

Let me hold your baby.

2011-07-25T18:51:00.000-07:00

Batulism

2011-07-25T18:48:00.000-07:00

Dust World

2011-07-24T09:52:00.001-07:00

Death Becomes You

2011-07-18T08:02:00.000-07:00

The Floozy

2011-07-12T20:52:00.000-07:00

baudelaire by courbet

2011-07-10T21:55:00.000-07:00

Spineless by John Rasmussen

2011-07-08T06:21:00.000-07:00

Spineless from John Rasmussen on Vimeo.

from Immortality by William s. Burroughs

2011-07-07T05:46:00.000-07:00

The colonel beams at the crowd . . . pomaded, manicured, he wears the satisfied expression of one who has just sold the widow a fraudulent peach orchard. "Folks, we're here to sell the only thing worth selling or worth buying and that's immortality. Now here is the simplest solution and well on the way. Just replace the worn-out parts and keep the old heap on the road indefinitely."

As transplant techniques are perfected and refined, the age-old dream of immortality is now within the grasp of mankind. But who is to decide out of a million applicants for the same heart? There simply aren't enough parts to go around. You need the job lot once a year to save 20 percent, folks. Big executives use a heart a month just as regular as clockwork. Warlords, paying off their soldiers in livers and kidneys and genitals, depopulate whole areas. Vast hospital cities cover the land; the air-conditioned hospital palaces of the rich radiate out to field hospitals and open-air operating booths.

The poor are rising in mobs. They are attacking government warehouses where the precious parts are stored. Everyone who can afford it has dogs and guards to protect himself from roving bands of parts hunters, like the dreaded Wild Doctors, who operate on each other after the battle, cutting the  warm quivering parts from the dead and dying. Cut-and-grab men dart out of doorways and hack out a kidney with a few expert strokes of their four- inch scalpels. People have lost all shame. Here's a man who sold his daughter's last kidney to buy himself a new groin-appears on TV to appeal for funds to buy little Sally an artificial kidney and give her this last Christmas. On his arm is a curvaceous blond known apparently as Bubbles. She calls him Long John; now isn't that cute?

A flourishing black market in parts grows up in the gutted cities devastated by parts riots. In terrible slums, scenes from Brueghel and Bosch are reenacted; misshapen masses of rotten scar tissue crawling with maggots supported on crutches and cans, in wheel-chairs and carts. Brutal-as-butchers practitioners operate without anesthetic in open-air booths surrounded by their bloody knives and saws.

The poor wait in parts lines for diseased genitals, a cancerous lung, a cirrhotic liver. They crawl towards the operating booths holding forth nameless things in bottles that they think are usable parts. Shameless swindlers who buy up operating garbage in job lots prey on the unwary.

And here is Mr. Rich Parts. He is three hundred years old. He is still subject to accidental death, and the mere thought of it throws him into paroxysms of  idiot terror. For days he cowers in his bunker, two hundred feet down in solid rock, food for fifty years. A trip from one city to another requires months of sifting and checking computerized plans and alternate routes to avoid the possibility of an accident. His idiotic cowardice knows no bounds.  There he sits, looking like a Chimu vase with a thick layer of smooth purple scar tissue. Encased as he is in this armor, his movements are slow and  hydraulic. It takes him ten minutes to sit down. This layer gets thicker and thicker right down to the bone-the doctors have to operate with power tools.  So we leave Mr. Rich Parts and the picturesque parts people their monument, a mountain of scar tissue.

Head In the West

2011-07-01T19:56:00.000-07:00

Welles

2011-06-19T20:04:00.000-07:00

You got to get me out of here.

2011-06-11T11:16:00.000-07:00

A crossword puzzle in a foreign tongue

2011-06-06T18:58:00.000-07:00

Woman of the Wild Wood

2011-05-30T18:42:00.000-07:00

Blues for Babu

2011-05-30T18:40:00.000-07:00

Man can not live on bread alone

2011-05-22T16:10:00.001-07:00

Negative Zero

2011-05-16T16:22:00.000-07:00

The Falconer's Wife

2011-05-11T20:49:00.000-07:00

The Economic Life

2011-05-10T13:39:00.001-07:00

The Matress King

2011-05-07T11:17:00.000-07:00

New Blue Nude

2011-04-28T20:58:00.000-07:00

You don't have to go to outer space to know nothing

2011-04-23T19:52:00.000-07:00

They Pay to Watch Him Cry

2011-04-22T13:23:00.000-07:00

Voodoo Fire

2011-04-22T13:04:00.000-07:00

Korina Korina

2011-04-22T11:47:00.000-07:00

Fender Bog Man

2011-04-20T18:29:00.001-07:00

Chicken Fingers

2011-04-19T10:45:00.001-07:00

Chicken Fingers from John Rasmussen on Vimeo.

Modi

2011-04-16T09:18:00.000-07:00

I've Been Thinking...

2011-04-12T20:13:00.000-07:00

Mean Woman

2011-04-06T11:14:00.001-07:00

Fit for Life

2011-03-30T13:46:00.000-07:00

The Shadow Knows

2011-03-29T17:54:00.000-07:00

Friends

2011-03-29T17:52:00.000-07:00

Electric Hazel

2011-03-28T20:39:00.000-07:00

crap on your mind

2011-03-27T15:57:00.000-07:00

tricorn

2011-03-25T13:32:00.000-07:00

Big Chief

2011-03-23T18:04:00.000-07:00

Brasinha

2011-03-22T08:16:00.000-07:00

Mandolin

2011-03-22T08:13:00.000-07:00

space tribe candy

2011-03-22T04:53:00.000-07:00

I Don't Believe a Word of It

2011-03-21T19:27:00.000-07:00

The Hand of Death

2011-03-21T19:24:00.001-07:00

Sick Bunny

2011-03-19T18:49:00.000-07:00

Ball Point Pen Drawing

2011-03-17T12:17:00.000-07:00

the future past due

2011-03-14T18:50:00.000-07:00

Zeno's Last Smoke

2011-03-13T16:33:00.001-07:00

Good Grief

2011-03-10T12:38:00.000-08:00

After several awkward attempts, I took the form of a man.

Where am I going?

2011-03-10T11:42:00.000-08:00