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Pop HaydnWhit "Pop" Haydn

Nov 6, 2009 7:12 PM

New Web Site!



Check out my new website at PopHaydn.com

There you will find The True Story of Pop Haydn, cool graphics, and great videos.

Let me know what you think!
DavidDavid Arshawsky

Sep 11, 2009 9:21 AM

Love Is

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Rose and Ben

Aug 22, 2009 7:07 AM

Hey,

We have just recorded 3 new songs in Nashville. Enjoy. VOICE IT IN MUSIC…….. Rose and Ben


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Aug 20, 2009 1:53 AM

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Rose and Ben

Aug 8, 2009 6:58 AM

Hey Rich,

We have just recorded 3 new songs in Nashville. Enjoy. VOICE IT IN MUSIC…….. Rose and Ben


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Aug 3, 2009 7:46 PM
David Normal Online Now!

Jul 23, 2009 5:46 AM






"Bedtime"  Animation by David Normal.
Music by Sabitu.
For further info see my blog
RobinRobin Crutchfield

Jul 14, 2009 1:01 PM

Thanks so much! I will treasure this!
Wicked Hemlocks

Jul 9, 2009 11:16 PM

..Download Wicked Hemocks New Album FREE
Pop HaydnWhit "Pop" Haydn

Jun 7, 2009 6:02 PM

Thought you would enjoy seeing the poster for our event at the Laugh Factory! Hope everything is good! Cheers!


The Cure for the 21st Century!


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Brok'n Arrow

May 13, 2009 9:58 PM

A little Brok'n Arrow to help you through the day!!:)

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HeavenSon.Com Online Now!

May 6, 2009 8:12 PM

..Hi,



I just wrote this free report on the Taoist Conductivity Diet which

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David Normal Online Now!

Apr 11, 2009 3:37 AM
David Normal Online Now!

Feb 28, 2009 2:31 AM



This is my newest painting, "The Pool," oil on panel, 61 x 91.
5 cm

Below are a couple of details from the painting:






Visit my blog to see more . . .
Morticia Poppins

Feb 4, 2009 10:20 PM

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David Normal Online Now!

Jan 26, 2009 5:23 AM

Mother Earth
HeavenSon.Com Online Now!

Dec 25, 2008 1:30 PM


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David Normal Online Now!

Nov 27, 2008 9:22 AM
Cabeza de Vaca …

Nov 20, 2008 10:23 PM
Trombones with Foreign …

Oct 5, 2008 10:43 AM

I been hit in the stomach by a trombone, people.
Quin95

Sep 2, 2008 4:44 AM
Schneider Cinema

Aug 15, 2008 11:11 PM

The Phoenix

Clark Ashton Smith

I, I alone have seen the Phoenix fail,
His regal wings their vibrant glories vail
In gyres of baffled crimson, flagging gold
Below the heaven of his conquests old.
I, I alone have seen the Phoenix build
His pyre with bitter myrrh and spices filled
Amid the ardent waste; and none but I
Has known his death and immortality,
Has watched the yellowy teeth of flame consume
Shell-tinted beak and heaven-painted plume,
Has heard the fatal anguish of his cries
And felt the fierce despair with which he dies
Oblivious of that rebirth to he.
Nor shall another know the mystery
Of flames that turn to plumes, and ashes stirred
To yield once more the fiery-crested bird
With beating rainbow pinions that arise
And take again the lost Sabean skies.
Wretched Scarecrow

Jun 27, 2008 10:41 AM
David Normal Online Now!

Apr 1, 2008 4:23 AM



This is my new painting, "The Lord of Misrule"
Quin95

Mar 31, 2008 8:32 PM

Phantom limb pain consistently baffles the medical community. Theories abound as to its cause, but they are only conjecture, and no consistently effective treatment exists -- until now. Clinical trials of "mirror therapy" at Walter Reed Army Medical Center have yielded surprising and welcome results.
Mirror therapy consists of positioning a mirror in such a way that the intact limb is reflected in the position of the amputated limb. Patients flex and stretch the intact limb while looking in the mirror, creating an illusion for the mind that both limbs are present.
After one month of mirror therapy, all patients in the clinical trial reported "significantly less" phantom pain. Half the patients performing the same routine with the mirror covered experienced an increase in pain, and those who only visualized the treatment experienced a 67% rate of decreased pain. When these patients were switched to mirror therapy, 90% experienced decreased pain.
A similar study on mirror massage seems to corroborate the results of this study.
The prevailing theory on phantom pain's origin is that the brain's ability to tell where a limb is located, which does not alter after amputation, is in conflict with the visual input of the missing limb. This conflict causes neurons to misfire, which sometimes results in a perception of pain. By bringing the visual input in alignment with the body's proprioception in mirror therapy, the brain is tricked into thinking both limbs remain present. Misfiring lessens, and pain decreases.
MISS PRIM

Oct 9, 2007 10:21 PM
Quin95

Oct 7, 2007 5:16 AM
Rev. AlAl Ridenour

Nov 25, 2006 5:05 PM

From the old days...
Watch as the Cacophony Society attempts to install an unauthorized exhibit at a GI Joe convention. Hilarity (violently) ensues.




Trombones with Foreign …

Sep 12, 2006 6:57 PM

When you are finished with the new Ark Spurting Blood album you should send it to that kid in Wisconsin who tried to have safe-sex with the dead girl. I think that it might bring him some comfort, help himn see that he's not alone in this narrow-minded culturn of Authoritarianism masquarading as Conservatism. Can't a boy just fuck a corpse? It's not like that old Cow-poke Senator who was REALLY a COWPOKE senator, at least the corpse was dead already, you know?
Raga Opium Inky Jim Jabjacob atienza

Jul 20, 2006 2:51 AM
Rev. AlAl Ridenour

May 4, 2006 3:00 PM

Here is the 5th "leg" of the Sacred Mutant Cow I encountered in India. May it bless your life as it has mine.
- Rev. Al
Erich

Aug 3, 2005 5:51 AM

When I was twelve, I used to go to the duck pond down the street from my house and catch and release the bullfrogs living there and in the canal beside it.

Anyway, one day I was down at the canal when I met three boys who were up to the same thing. They were brothers, the eldest being my age. They all looked like clones of each other, with an appearance very similar to Opie. I didn't know them, but they seemed friendly enough. My guess is that they were in transient quarters, billeted while their family was either going to, or coming from a Far East deployment.

They had a net and bucket, and I volunteered to show them where the big frogs were. Suddenly, they spotted molting pollywogs lying half out of the water, basking atop the algae in that ultra-vulnerable stage between gill and lung use. The boys grinned, scooped one up and roughly deposited it on the gravel at their feet. It lay there gasping pathetically, writhing, and before I could even figure out what the point of this was, to my horror they pulled out slingshots and proceeded peppering this helpless amphibian at point-blank range, whooping it up as it died. My wimpy protests had ceased in shock, and suddenly I shoved the eldest of the three boys (very unusual for me - I was a craven, skinny little coward) backwards into the filthy canal. He submerged in the scum-choked water, then came scrambling back up the bank. I was certain that now they would proceed to clobber me, but the other two merely rushed to him. He had blood gushing down the side of his head from a gash in his scalp. There was a metal culvert under the water, which his skull found. Terrified that I was about to get in trouble, I split. Last I saw, his two brothers were walking him back from the canal. He was obviously hurt, and they were more concerned about him than me.

Since I never got in trouble, I know he didn't die. That would have been very inconvenient. Hope he got an infection, the bastard.
Giselle

Aug 2, 2005 10:58 PM

Denis said he had heard there was a dead deer floating in the river; and since Scott was collecting antlers, that we should go down to the river to collect them.
We all lived on a commune in the woods of Virginia. Scott and I met in pagan group, and we were both from Southern California. I was newly pregnant with Scott's child.


It was dark as we started out on the short walk to the river the night of the dead deer; and we were laughing. The trees were skinny and bare, it was late fall. As we got closer, we could see the huge body bobbing, gently; in the cold muddy river.
It took all of their strength to pull the deer out, and Denis proceeded to disattach the head from the body with a hand saw.
He quickly tired, and gave the saw to Scott, who stripped down to his loin cloth, and started to saw.

As I listened to the sound of the saw echoing through the woods, a sickness came over me. It was the worst sound I had heard in my life at that moment; and I could tell that the physical strength it took to saw through that bone was almost more than they had. I asked them to please stop, stop making that sound, but they didn't want to waste the carcass, now that they had gotten started.
They took turns sawing. Grunting and sawing.
Until the head finally came off.

The mood had changed as we walked back from the river, the men carrying the unbelievable weighty head between them; and as I glanced behind me at the carcass left on the shore, I thought I saw a figure in the shadows, tall and gaunt, with what looked like a cow or deer-skull for a head, and a claw for a hand; and the sound of the saw echoed in my head, until the chimerical shape disappeared into the shadows of the thin, bare trees.
Wretched Scarecrow

Jul 27, 2005 10:27 PM

The Big Fat Green Tomato Worm

When I was a kid, they had a lot of astronauts like John Glenn and Neil Armstrong, who were always going up into space and returning in space capsules that fell to earth and landed in the ocean.

We also had lots of tomatoes and tomato worms were everywhere. Bear with me, please, this story has unrelated details that all tie together in the end.

Remember those toy plastic barrels that you unscrewed one barrel and it had a littler barrel inside it, then an even littler barrel, until you got to the very smallest barrel and it had a plastic toy monkey glued in it? The toy was called "Monkey In A Barrel", I think.

Anyways, me and my younger brother found a tomato worm so we named it "John Glenn" and we put it in one of the plastic toy barrels and screwed it shut. Then we put it though the rigors of space travel by playing catch with the barrel and throwing it way up on the air in a spin, and letting it crash to earth, repeatedly. After about 15 minutes, my brother figured that it was time to open up the barrel and see how "John Glenn" was doing, inside it. He unscrewed the plastic barrel, and then he dropped it and gagged and flapped his hands around, then he leaned forward and threw up, because "John Glenn" had somehow become whipped up into a frothy green and yellow foamy custard that filled the barrel as if it had been in an electric blender, and "John Glenn" came foaming out and got all over my brother's fingers!!! I couldn't beleive how much bubbly disgusting foam a tomato worm could turn into. It was really creepy, like one of those cheap 1950s rocket-to-space sci-fi thrillers, where the rocket comes back and they open it up and the space pilot got turned into a huge disgusting blob of merengue, just from being in outer space--where mankind was never meant to venture into.
Wretched Scarecrow

Jul 26, 2005 9:00 AM

I didn't grow up, around these parts, I did not spend my infancy crawling around on the ground, in this hemisphere--so it is natural to assume there is a great deal of infamiliarity regarding those life forms that DO wriggle along on the ground, in this part of the country. I spend most of my time with my head 6 feet above groumd level--and not down there where the insects tend to live, for the most part. The nearest my head gets to the ground is when I lay down to sleep on my bed, asnd sdmittedly I have sleep disorfers and sometimes my eyes open wide in my sleepm and whatever shapes that lay before me in my visual feild just enter my mind as is, without passing through that part of my mind which processes incoming visual stimuli and tells my cognitive mind what exactly I am seeing.

I do, however, awaken at times with fading dream-memories of a horrble, disgusting, prehistoric looking insect, and then within two or three days, I discover that very same insect, in my apartment! Generally I find these solitary insect forms near or underneath my bed--and it unnerves me to think of my bed--a sacred place upon which my sleeping form reposes in helpless vulnerability with my mouth open--as being a place where hideous semi-crustacheous insectoids might violate, by crawing through as I sleep, often with my eyes open, but there it is.
quinn

Jul 26, 2005 4:28 AM

One time I had a herd of maggots crawl on me when I was laying on the floor staring at the ceiling. Sometimes I like to do that. My girlfriend screamed, she saw them first, and I had to go take a shower and use mouthwash. None went near my mouth this time but it seemed like the right thing to do. Not sure where they came from but its probably because we occasionally take a while to "clean up". We had to write positive affirmation-like statements all over the house to remind us to be more tidy. I think it was more to make light of it. It helped for a bit but did nothing to make me forget. Sometimes I see them in my sleep.
Giselle

Jul 26, 2005 4:02 AM

My grandmother's basement has a door in it which leads to "THE SHED" a woodshop/workshop where my grandfather used to work, dug into the dirt under the house.
All of us grandchildren were scared of that door and what it led to when we were kids. While one is sleeping at night, one wakes periodically to peek at the door, in case anything is opening it from the dirt dugout on the other side.
One night, while I was visiting from Virginia, my 2-year-old and I were sleeping on the floor, on a big, comfy pallette I'd made from blankets and pads; when I awoke to the sound of mice scurrying or tearing at some tissue paper that was in some Christmas boxes on a shelf to the right above me. I went back to sleep and woke up later to the same sound, so I turned on the light, seeing on the wall above our bed a huge "POTATO BUG!" It stood still while I went to look for a shoe, but being a hippie all I had was a Birkenstock (made of cork) I was screaming, my daughter was crying, and I slapped it once, but the damn shoe just bounced right off of it. The potato bug stood unphased, now moving it's human newborn infant-looking head and pincers. I tried to hit it again, but did no damage. It was sturdy and frightening to look at close-up and I just couldn't hit it again. I took my girl and we got off the pallette on the floor up onto the uncomfortable bed I hadn't been able to sleep on earlier that night.
The next time we visited, my grandfather sprayed the basement with poison, but I had, by that time, learned that "Jerusalem Crickets" lived underground, so there was no way we could eliminate them from a basement connected to a dirt dugout. I have not been able to sleep in my grandmother's basement since.
CassockJeff Tibbetts

Jul 25, 2005 2:52 AM

Once I dragged a generator and an electric jackhammer into a cave that I intended to turn into my secret layer. The vibrations of the jackhammer somehow induced the black widow eggs on the ceiling into all hatching at that moment and thousands of micro albino widows jumped on me and bit the shit out of me. I was sick for a while.
quinn

Jul 25, 2005 12:32 AM

In 1978 I had a terrifying experience in the outskirts of Miami, near Chrome Ave. Detention Center, when I stumbled upon a swarm of Palmetto bugs. Anyone in the know can tell you that Palmetto bugs are essentially giant roaches that fly. The are like 4-6 inches on average. One went up my nose and a few touched me on the lips. Several landed on me. It was really fucked and I cried.
Shaye

Mar 1, 2005 5:47 AM


Rich, this baby watched the moon jellies for over 22 hours! Now look at her......shame.
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