Looks like splattered paint. I guess to make it look like the table dropped into place or something. Some interior decorator had a lot of money, time, and imagination to create such a bizarre place.
that bannister is pretty awesome though, gotta say.
[EDIT]: i just realized that it’s made up of SNAKES. i thought it was just organic loops and whorls, like tree roots. snakes are cool, though, too.
As is the big “FUCK” in the foyer painting.
Sometimes I think my house is crappy and old, and not very pretty.
And, sometimes (like now) I feel very good about my humble home. It might not be fancy, new, or particularly clean, but it absolutely looks like a place where people live.
It’s an eldritch sort of pretty, not attractive so much as impressive.
Dunno. It looks like it would be painful to slide down.
I think the painting’s just gained sentience, and is reacting to what it sees in the only reasonable way.
At least it’s not “oh, no, not again”…
And the hanging egg chair thingy across from it.
Where you sit and meditate on the healing power of “Fuck”
Let us turn to the bar with the elephant stools.
That is, elephant bar stools. Am I mistaken or is that an orange Tiki in the right corner?
The fountain is a dragon throwing up:
What??? That’s … brain shutting down.
That’s a multi-sensory art installation. Especially when the flies come buzzing around.
Clones. Clones replacing public figures. Clones replacing public figures while the originals are in Gitmo.
What’s the ratio of True Beleeeeevers to pranksters, I wonder?
Yea, I wish I knew. I imagine a non-zero number of pranksters and / or trolls.
I love wack-a-doo conspiracy theories, they can be fun, but this one doesn’t seem all that fun. I mean flat-earth-trolls, or lizard people, or kids like to eat tide pods, have some kind of whimsy, but QAnon doesn’t have the same feel to me. There’s too much overlap with Nazis.
Who is President No Name?
He’s the one who was president between Bush Jr.'s and Obama’s terms. We don’t know his name because it was erased from our minds when they put all those memory-loss drugs (a potent combination of anesthesia, ketamine, and a heretofore undisclosed substance of unknown origins) in the water supply. So we can’t remember his name, but we know he existed because careful observation of the historical record shows smudges in the pixels where they stitched the end of Jr.'s term to the beginning of Obama’s. It’s actually 2024, not 2020.
He gets ridden through the desert.
I thought as much.