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Ebola Lollipop Dandy and Addicted Chicken
FOUND by Alex Goodfriend
in Ithaca, New York
My friend Mitzy found these drawings in an otherwise-empty janitor's locker at our high school.
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I cannot imagine why kids think their school custodians are kind of weird...can't think of a single reason.
aiyiyi
Santaria priest/follower strikes again.
Why I Should Be Accepted to Art School by A. Janitor
I imagine the janitor finding these on top of a pile of trash in the garbage can in the Art Room and decided to rescue them... Maybe some mean-spirited Art student made them, making fun of the janitor 'cause like Jan said 'custodians are kind of weird' and the Janitor was saving this up planing his revenge...
Interesting find...
this is disturbing. strange. What are those things falling beside the liquor bottles? I thought maybe eggs, but they're coloured funny. I'm so confused.
Mona, I believe they are pills. Y'know, like pills and booze...I think someone is accusing the janitor of being a pill-popper booze-hound, candy loving, bleeding-eyes-out Shakespeare wanna-be with a weird chicken pet...
I'm spending way too much time thinking about this one, but why was Mitzy going through the janitor's locker anyway?
It was an empty Janitor's locker. Maybe the Janitor quit or was let go. I wonder if maybe he had other disturbing drawings that were discovered and thus why it is an "otherwise empty Janitor's locker."
Of course...another theory would be that he found the drawings or confiscated them from a disturbed student and had planned to turn in them in to the principal. He either then forgot about them or he had a change of heart.
Lastly....I say he but the janitor by all means could be a woman...
Maybe this is from Henry Darger's unknown work "Psycho Cowboy and Chickenhead Vs. The Vivian Girls".
I've had dreams like this.
I find myself being distracted by the fact that the lollypop appears to be levitating and sneaking up on the bleeding cowboy.
Maybe the Janitor had like, the 1.0 version of Foundmagazine.com, an analog one.
I think the 'lollipop' looks like it might be a balloon.
Shining star, you're right, those do look like pills. Is that, then, a pool of vomit, under the pills and booz?
Is this done in crayon on construction paper? Oil pastels? I love the vivid colors!
Also, it appears that these two pieces do not fit together- I wonder if there are two missing panels, torn from pink construction paper, floating around somewhere. Could prove to be priceless!
is there corn in the vomit? Or is that candy corn, levitating OUT of the vomit?
I can't put my finger on it, but something about this strikes me as colonial Spanish. Like the "cowboy" is really a conquistador? Maybe it's the purple plume, though the hat is all wrong (more like a Beefeater -- a British conquistador? or a fedora -- a mafia conquistador?). Maybe the creepy chicken "thing" strikes me a Catholic-Incan fusion. I don't know. Or maybe it is the rich color palate. I feel dizzy.
Must be the spinning Ebola lollipop...It is spinning, isn't it? Round and round and round...
Love it.
I have a plume just like that!!!
Great FIND!
Although Little Billy’s entry for the new substance abuse awareness poster contest was harshly rejected by school officials, it was plucked from the trash by Zeke the Janitor, who found himself desperately wondering how Billy could possibly know about that night all those years ago…
@ Not so clever: it's a Pimp Conquistador!
Anyone consider that it might not be the locker that was otherwise empty, but in fact the janitor him/herself that was empty? Point to ponder....
Mona, my thoughts exactly. Pills, booze, vomit. But why the chicken? Is it in a birdbath or on a pedestal? The strange man looks familiar, like from a 70s cartoon (minus the blood streaked face and lollipop/balloon).
ahhh, yes, Chillin. pills, booz, vomit... sounds like a good weekend to me. The chicken just adds to it all. Is the chicken wearing a dress?
@sitting: wait! I think I've got it! Not pimp, exactly, but a Zoot Suit. He's a Pachuco, which explains the Spanish/Mexican/Southwestern vibe its got going on. He's ditched the jacket, but note the suspenders/braces.
Maybe he's been bloodied in the Zoot Suit riots -- making this whole piece a political commentary on American race relations.
No doubt, the decapitated chicken (that's no dress! His head's been lopped and stuck on a fancy stand) represents the ineffectiveness of police brutality and state control. Duh!
And that fancy stand sits upon a doily dyed with the chicken's own blood. The booze, pills, and vomit are signs of the state's intoxication with its own power -- the state of drunken euphoria abruptly interrupted by the uprising of urban youth (our bloodied hero above). And the corrupt head (government) severed from the body (populace) impaled on its own, er...fancy stand thingy. The body (populace), noticeably absent, has been set free.
Vive la Révolution!
And that's no lollipop or balloon! That is the fabled swirly full moon, said to rise high in the eastern sky upon the liberation of the people and the triumph of justice over tyranny and corruption!
Mein Gott! Es ist ein Wunder!
God I love this website!!! You may not have been So Clever in selecting a handle, but you've reduced me to hysterical laughter! Thanks for making my Friday.
(different color scheme, but my Mom had a cake stand similar to the chicken display stand when I was growing up.. no chickenheads, though.)
Maybe the missing pictures depict voodoo rites involving the chicken's entrails and stuff. hey wait: did someone else mention SantaRia the other day?)
These illustrate the quote by Salvator Rosa from yesterday's Find "Grinding Down":
'Every animal is sad afer intercourse (except the woman and the rooster).'
@ShiningStar: I didn't include this when I submitted the find because I wasn't sure if Mitzy was okay with me sharing the full story. She said she is, so: she'd had a bit of a nervous breakdown at an orchestra rehearsal and ran and hid in the closet. Once she calmed down, curiosity won out and she started poking around. After finding the drawings in the back of the locker, she gave them to me because she knew I was a foundhound and would appreciate them.
@not so clever: There are no words for how brilliant that was, so I won't even try.
I'm digging that colorful cockstand.
I thought it was one of those scary clowns and the proverbial chicken with it's head cut off.
@So clever: wow.
Thank you Alex and Mitzy for a very colorful Find! (lol @ foundhound)
I think:
I agree with not so clever. It's a zoot suit. Only I think that after hours of chugging booze and popping pills he suspected the chicken was up to something and rather than risk waiting to see what it was, he chopped his head off and placed on the cake stand. That way he can always keep an eye on him...and then after thinking about what he did, he threw up...under the pills...appparently.
Isn't this is the original artwork for that novel by Gabriel Garcia Marquez?? What was the title? Something like "The Chicken and the Balloon Man During 1,000 Years of Solitude in a Time of Ebola"?
@Librarian: Ha! Big laughs! Very apropos GGM.
After drinking two jugs of triple-proof whiskey, popping pills, and throwing up just a little, the chicken goes nuclear, causing untold damage to all bystanders at the nearby circus.
interesting. my high school janitor was actually a wonderful poet who would frequent my honors creative writing class and submit works to our literary magazine. he was also published in local journals and magazines. If i weren't in that class, however, he would just be another unremarkable adult [in my teenage mind.]
interesting story line: the secret lives of high school janitors.
I think it's actually an addicted chicken MUSHROOM CLOUD. Like, if you drink booze, take pills, and vomit in the hen house, you are going to go up in smoke like a nuclear bomb. Also, I think the rendering of the man is supposed to be Freddy from Nightmare on Elm Street, but that's just a guess. The chicken bomb is for certain.
Indy: You had the same thought. Sorry, I didn't see yours first.
Oooookaaaay. Not something you want to look at after a hard day with your head firmly wedged in grammar and it's already spinning. Fedora Man looks kind of like Dangerous Dan from the old Beano comics, and Jonathan and others on this side of the pond are the only ones who will get *that* particular reference!
And yes, the chicken head *does* look like a Santería sacrifice (note spelling please). That's a pool of blood, not vomit. Booze is a common "sacrifice" material, so pills aren't that far out. I know of a prostitute who offers ciggies and whiskey to her favourite saint (St. Pancras, the patron saint of workers). She decides how many tricks she's up to turning that day/night, and ties that many knots in a piece of string, which she hangs from the doorframe to her "workroom." Then she does her little ceremony with the booze and ciggies and lights the string. According to her, when the string has burned up, that many tricks present themselves and pay handsomely.
I wouldn't know. And I don't want to find out.
geez the people here are so... cultured!
i'm curious; all may answer (or not... no pressure).
1. what percentage of your identity have you exposed in your found comments?
2. what is the differential percentage between what you intended to expose and what you have exposed to date?
3. how much more might you expose in the future?
can't wait for the replies.
@Lars: you're so funny and paranoid. I don't know how to figure percentages unless I'm serving pie, but I would expose my legs from the knees down as long as I can wear my big straw hat and sunglasses.
Lars: I know I have told my city, state, job and some relationship details in my various comments. I don't worry about it because a) I assume I'm insignificant enough that no one is tracking all of that and b)the anonymity of the 'net lets me be, even within those parameters, whoever I feel like being on a given day. That said, I would expose alot more if the right questions were asked (and enough liquor drunk).
@Lars: we need categorical help (and I mean that in several ways!). How do we figure our percentages? How many things is it possible to reveal? And is that number finite? Or do you just want our gut-level reaction? On the latter:
1) about 15% disclosure (where do I get that number? From my gut -- my hairy gut that is.)
2) planned to disclose 5%, so I'm 10% over-exposed.
3) who can know the future? But I won't go past 25% (what does that mean?!?)
this is an unscientific study that will prove my hypothesis. no paranoia, night, truly. and yes, not so clever, i want the gut, hence the unscientific part (and thanks for following the directions).
Oh please, So Clever! Between your hairy rump and shoulders and anal fungus comments yesterday, you're about 104% over-exposed! LOL And don't forget that wonderful day of "Getting to Know You" where we all played that mash game. That was revealing.
Lars, what's your hypothesis? And what's your percentages? I just want to know if you're a chick or a dude. It makes no difference to me except for the way I use innuendo. I respect your privacy if you'd rather not say. 8-)
percentages, wtf? is this meant to substitute the late math spam?
there are a lot of funny people here, but not so clever: you are so brilliant!
Seriously Lars, this quiz is too hard for a Friday afternoon. But I like you, you have fun games, so I'll try.
1. 60% (facts and opinions combined)
2. 50% (due to comfort and big mouth)
3. 1% (no one cares for much more)
How's that?
Funny I'm guessing I watched to much Jericho or other shows with nukes since as soon as I saw the Chicken
I thought it looked like a mushroom cloud.
I like the idea of a great chicken nuke.
Snuffles the pirate hedgehog says : Nuts
Basil, that would be Desperate Dan. That was indeed my first thought -- the big cleft chin -- but it doesn't really look like him.
This is horrible.
Lars -- I just drop clues. Put the jigsaw together any way you want.
1. 10%
2. 25%
3. 30%
What an odd line of questioning Lars.
I think his name is "Stranger", and he has that big lollipop to lure the kids into his domain. Stay away kids, the blood coming from his eyes is your first clue that something is just not right about this guy.
Maybe these posters are a series of "Things to Stay Away From". Although why a chicken?
I have kind of figured the chicken out. I haven't figured out WHY the chicken, but that purple stuff underneath is not blood, it's a doily. It's a chicken head on a cake pedestal. But Why? With the swirls underneath, it looks like it flew in on the clouds. Maybe it's a hallucination. It kind of fits in with my first theory about things to stay away from. I would certainly stay away from a chicken head on a cake platter.
are we really required to know how to spell Santeria? Aww come on now!!
Wow! I find this Find really creepy. Am I the only one?
I think the Finder's title for this Find is like, the best title EVER!
(yeah, smallbear, it's creepy, but it's so fantastically creepy that the only word for it is "creeptacular!" .. A nice little word I learned right here on foundmagazine.com!)
This belongs in the modern art museum in France.
I wish I had dreams like this at least I'd know I was alive
you're alive! I can tell! You're posting on Found.
Lars, I'm with Jonathan.. do the research, assemble the clues, and see if you can figure out who I am.. c'mon, don't go all Herve on us and say you're conducting psychological research, using the Found board as a "cross section of humanity"..
As for me, I reveal probably 5% of "me" on here- (considerably more on my blog), which is about as much as I choose (or intended) to reveal, so there's no differential.. and as far as projected revelations.. well, there's no "plan" for any increase in revelation percentage, but hey, one never knows. I might start trotting out links to my online memoirs any moment.
Seriously, though, what's wrong with revealing who we are? I could tell you today that I'm Heinz Wifflewaffer, Libra, 49, from Neenah, WI. I work for Kimberly Clark, and in my spare time I construct model ships in old wine and liquor bottles. (but I won't.) What's it matter, really? Is big bro really after me? shoud I begin to fret in earnest? Is the CIA stalking Found and tracking, cross referencing and piecing together all these comments? (shit. Now I AM worried.)
Lars, no matter how much any Foundhound "reveals" on here, you only know what they tell you--which may or may not be true. Haven't you learned about suspended reality on the Internet? You can "reveal" all kinds of stuff that turns out to be a total fabrication; happens all the time. Dating sites are plagued with it.
The problems get serious when the "revealer" begins to believe their own bushwah. That calls for therapy! LOL
@y'all: the question in itself provoked speculation, angst, worry, defensiveness. no need to school me in www lore, nor to question my need to know. read the post; i was curious.
Hey Lars: I'm extremely curious also (hence the name) so I when I wanted some answers I just starting snooping. And wouldn't you know with enough work I found the answers and oh-so-much-more: I found friends.
((( hug )))
Lars, I'm not good with percentages. I probably reveal too much. I'll probably reveal too much in the future. But...I don't know. Don't they have "Found" conventions or something? People go and reveal themselves in person. I don't know if I could do that.
Spongebob and patrick had whirly twirly hypnotic lollipops like that today!! but their eyes didn't start bleeding.