What are Robots For?

Outsider artist James Poulos wrote a psychoanalytic prose poem which appears to be about how badly he wants to trade his tats for tits. But in realtity, his poem is about how badly he wishes he were a robot with tits.

Enclosed below is his poem, Translated into its True Meaning.

Schema Crosswalk:

  • “women” → “robot”
  • “liberal”,”gay” → “biological”
  • “conservative”,”Republican”, “Christ” → “cyborg”

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I live in the ruins of your future

Sixth Street!

We are all interested in the future, for that is where you and I are going to spend the rest of our lives. And remember my friend, future events such as these will affect you in the future. You are interested in the unknown… the mysterious. The unexplainable. That is why you are here.

Look at that mountain
Look at that tree
Look at that bum over there, man
He’s down on his knees
Look at these women
There ain’t nothin’ like em nowhere

Century Boulevard (We love it!)
Victory Boulevard (We love it!)
Santa Monica Boulevard (We love it!)
Sixth Street! (We love it!! We love it!!)

Tiny Tiny Lips


The only real communication anyone in the neighborhood had with her was when she called the police and fire departments on her next-door neighbor, Michelle Gandley, who had put out tiki lamps for a Hawaiian luau party….

Sekkr1t Sexxy

d00d!Whether Foggo had official dealings with prostitutes in Honduras or not, this was clearly a big problem. “Dusty would have been the perfect target of a counter-intelligence operation,” said one official who worked in Honduras at the time. “He had access and knowledge, and was reckless and visible. You’re only vulnerable if you make yourself vulnerable, and that’s what Dusty did.”

Mighty Protein Enters the Fray

Oh sweet sweet taste of organophosphate. Manganese starts looking hot to twisted amino. Finally — after a few drinks in front of the fire, a slathering of amyloid plaques, the delicious bondage of perverse tangles — copulus ensues. A rouge is born!

“The incubation period is of the order of 10-15 years…”

Consider the origin of every bone and giblet you’ve touched since the mid-80’s. Can you remember? Why can’t you remember??