The Flickr Uglified Image Generatr

model and photographer: MushroomBrain

When I lived in Vienna I was a married man, even though I loved my wife, I am not a romantic fellow, romance is not in my vocabulary…

So my wife constantly nagged med about not doing romantic stuff or saying stuff like: today dearest beloved Wife I see a luster and sparkle in your velvet brown eyes and I get an urge to kiss your soft sweet lips, oh sweet love, I love you more for every day that passes!!!

…anyhow one day I got the idea of taking a romantic picture.,.

…this is the result, looking more like a drunk serial killer than a “latino lover”

Peace and Noise!

/ MushroomBrain not romantic, poor ex-wife

...I know it is my self on this pic, well a decade younger, still I get such an urge to form a similar mouth and make a vacuum-kiss on the younger version of me :)

The image was taken in Vienna, in my tiny studio-room on sixth (or seventh) floor in Landstrasse; Vienna...

Peace and Noise!

/ Mushroombrain toilet plunger with extra suction

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Café Frequenters episode 213
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(a fictional story about real concepts)

... jean-mill had never seen his father as angry as not, spit flying all over in droplets raining down and making a steamy mist of saliva...

Jean-mill just asked a question...

still his fathers eyes dark brown and even darker than normal, and his eyes making small flashes striking out in every direction when his voices switched between falsetto and deep rumble...

...just a legit question? why all this...

He had thought him to hate the Germans because of that unmentionable horrid past, according to him all germans new and old where responsible for those crimes, no pardon for anyone, resistance-fighters, social democrats, not even mischlings, and grandchildren to them born during the war according to him...

He looked at his father and thought that he resembled the Fürer himself, standing there orating at a rally...

then he started thinking:
Hey he is like his own weather system, producing both thunder, lightning, rain and storm winds with his swiftly moving hands and fists...

so he told him to hate the Germans, but that was not all, he told him to hate despise the Italians, they were just lazy degos who talked more than the could do, the Russians because they were primitive beasts and all other slavic people just their vassals or and even more primitive that those Russians...

He have told him to hate black people and asians too, the asians just some sort of social insects with basic rudimentary minds, the blacks where just mindless creatures who hadn´t evolved enough...

...So Jean-mill just asked one question and now his father had become a spitting image of the tiny Austrian who was dictator in Germany...

Jean-mill studied his arms waving about, he tried to count them and there must have been at least 4 of them, perhaps even eight?

...he carried on thinking, then there was the homosexuals, those were the worst according to him, most of them, the male once just out to rape the heterosexual men as soon as they had let their guard down...

then it was the Americans, what he had been taught about them was that they thought they were better than all other westerners while they were a mix or degos, black, slavic, irish, asians, you name it all mixed in to a bowl of depraved degenerates...

Then there was the Spanish and the English, according to his dad the brits was slimy unpredictable imperialists pretending to have good manners and then they would stab you in the back...
...the spaniards where basically Arabs, and Arabs they were the lowest of them all, even lower than the homosexuals...

He observed his dad waving about and orating, the amount of saliva had started to vein, so he guess he could only hold this rage for a few hours more...

...all he had asked his father was: Dad, Are you a racist?

how could that have triggered this reaction, because he why didn´t he just answer Yes or No?
Why this Nuke explosion of feelings?

then he was glad he didn´t ask the second question...

the second question was dad, I have a Moroccan friend at the playground...

Now Jean-mill observed his dad again, those hypnotized manic eyes, all those arms waving around, his mouth swearing and saying grown-up political words...

Jean-mill thought to him self, I am not gonna be like him when I grow up... but I am longing to when I grow up because then I can play with all sorts of people without asking my father!!!

...another old selfie I found on an old disc, it is me standing on a chair in my old apartment deeming of the surrounding at the age of somewhere at the end of the 20s likely 27 or 28?

I am listening to music because there are two headphones incorporated in to my head, My guess is that it is prodigy or Daft Punk in the headphones???

Why my arms are not in the sleeves is anybody´s guess?

Peace and Noise!

/ MushroomBrain the exotic Dancer

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Café Frequenters Episode 152
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Hello Thord, I am at the Central station, writing a small letter to you, I just wanted to sum down my experiences today...

...so I will start, since there is 40 min. until the next train back...

...all was as usual when I went to work this morning, opening the restaurant, serving millions of hungry, poles, Japanese, Koreans, germans and the occasional Dane

...I only had one block today with is just 6 hours... so for once I felt pretty fresh when I finished my work, no need to clean all the restaurant or count the money before leaving since I just handed over my choirs and that work to the next waiter waiting to take over waiting after me...

I wish all days where like this...

...so without all my stamina wasted on this crappy diner...

I was at first thinking of visiting some pub, perhaps Lones or that one close to the gay-park???

...then I though I do that every day when I have some time to waste, since now a day I prefer spending my free time too in Denmark, since there is no fun in Sweden...

So I decided to let my feet guide me around the following my feet, Just like that old Gasolin´tune...

I walked and I walker I ended up first in Sydhamn the musical city, where I used to have a base then walked past the Valby Park, then all the sudden I was in Ishøj then I just walked to vallensbæk the centre where I usually used to exit the local train and where Johnny Madsen sometimes would play impromptu square-concerts, pizza and shop, it was so tiny, it felt almost cramped and claustrophobic...

Then I though of the old cottage-village, just past the golf corse at the commune border, where I had spent so much time...so I walked there below the highway bridgeI was thinking about the murder in the 90´s that we were allowed to walk from the buss after dark all through the almost empty cottage village with a murderer loose...

...any how, I walked to the golfers realm crossed the old dyke who used to be full of leeches when I was a kid, now for the first time in many years I was there in the old cottage-village where I had been as far back as I can remember, I avoided my aunts house and all the other cottages I knew people in...

...it would be so strange to meet any of those people from the past, then I went to the "village clubhouse" known as the Butterfly (which is named summer-bird in danish) I remembered the S:t Hans celebrations standing by the bonfires until late night, then I walked down the lane connecting the different sections of cottages, where we as kids used to go with our wheelbarrows many times once a week when the dumping station was open...

I remembered how much money we used to make from all the grown-ups, who usually only when with the first wheelbarrow load and then would get stuck drinking beer with the other adults at the dump...

I remember how we all used to go and spend all our money on sweets and soda in the local shop...

No I had arrived to the junction where the hedges and junctions meet, it look the same, I was close to our cottage but didn´t dare to go around the hedge, I don´t know what I was afraid off...

but now it started to feel so claustrophobic and cramped that I hardly could contain it in my chest, I wanted to scream, not because I was feeling paint, but because this enormous place from my childhood was so tiny... and so far away...

I couldn´t take more so I walked back to the Vallensbæk station and took a local train back...

The it stroke me, I had just repeated another Kim Larsen tune: "(Danish) Forklædt som voksen / dressed as an adult"

I don´t know why I write this to you... but still now I am going to post this letter, but I will speak to you in real life before the letter arrives...

Take Care!

/ Johnny of mixed nationality

This is me on vacation in Hungary, Tokaj (on a wine trip) it was kind of strange going on vacation just a few weeks after trying to settle in my new city of Vienna, but my wife forced me :)

...but I did love the special wine that was offered at this trip and had rather fun, especially with the people who stayed of eating and drinking a bit...

the posture is actually a real posture I often take although I did exaggerate it a bit here...
the picture is probably taken på my ex-wife (my wife back then)

No wonder I have a bad back these days :) the fist thing my sister asked my mum when I moved to Sweden was: "does he still stand like an S" my mum said yes!

Peace and Noise!

/ Mushroombrain the poser

This is me about sometime in Vienna surfing our computer while drinking whiskey, I might be a tad bit intoxicated why I have face paint, I don´t know but that wasn´t unusual at that time and space in life, the haircut is one of my fashionable own invention, not a lot of people copied it, although I actually stole it from those who by laws of follicle hair laws are missing hair on the top part of the head (common among human males above a certain age)

I am nor normally Crosseyed but I think I am just trying to look beautiful for the photographer (who is probably my wife at the time) I thought this picture was to pretty to hide for you so now I publish it here :)

Peace and Noise!

/ MushroomBrain the fashion model

A short time after the previous photos, my image is changed, as if I were now someone else, but this is closer to the reality, Because it suddenly started to rain I had to buy an umbrella on my way, it was very cheap, I still have it, no money since then to change it or to repair my only 2 umbrellas.
of course I payed attention to the speakers who were in front, reading their poems or discussing. I, too, told my own opinion.

With the poetry prize in my hands, at the same reunion. Here there is no fidelity, you cannot say if I was or not uglified.

After another few months, I received a poetry prize, together with other people. I dislike the mimics of the organizer while I was obliged to read my poem in front of the audience. I did not know it by heart and I did not expect this public exposure then. I received a book and a wooden mask (sculpted). The contest was named "The blonde angel". What I can say for sure is that my lips were not blackened.

this series of "publicly uglified" presents some of the transformations they made to my real image in 2010, when they posted my picture on a public site, because I started to share my poems and I went to poetry reunions.
They are taken from public sites and not photoshopped, maybe not interesting for you, but only an example of the fact that publicly I was sometimes uglified more, other times I was more like myself. All these pictures were made, I remember in this order, in 2010, from 3 different reunions.
This is the ugliest. My hair looks completely unkempt like felt and white too, my face is green. My hair was clean and without white hair. The next photo is less uglified.
It was cold there and no place to put my coat upon. (I arrived later than the other ones and they made place for me. At that meeting there were many. That empty chair was not empty all the time) The first 2 meetings were held at the University, in the center of Bucharest, in the inside of the Faculty for Philological studies, where once I received the first prize at a municipal contest for French knowledge, when I was 17. Of course I still have the musical tape received back then... Back then I dreamed to become a French language teacher or a philologist, but my parents strongly opposed.

It seems that I was too serious and preoccupied compared to other poets, as if I was still in school, trying to make myself busy or to connect with others. I don't understand the need for such a big national flag in such reunions, I always was a patriot, but not a vulgar nationalist.

I cannot complain too much about this photo, others were maybe uglified too, but the previous one...is indeed ugly

Like I told and explained on some of my pictures, naughty people destroyed on my computer or on my files different photos with me or even my poems or other writings :( Strange enough is that the same days these photos in this album were taken, they let me take good and accurate pictures of me, to destroy them eventually only after a long time. Like I said, you will that in many digital or film photos (perfectly scanned otherwise) I lack eyebrows and I don't understand why they did such things. I never lied, I never sinned, I never disturbed no one...

this photo was taken a long time ago, in 2008-2009, like the other Uglified 1-4. Maybe you don't believe me. Not only that they uglified me, but they made me look older too, but in a different manner in each one!

Like I told and explained on some of my pictures, naughty people destroyed on my computer or on my files on different sites different photos with me or even my poems or other writings :( Strange enough is that the same days these photos in this album were taken, they let me take good and accurate pictures of me, to destroy them eventually only after a long time. Like I said, you will see that in many digital or film photos (perfectly scanned otherwise) I lack eyebrows and I don't understand why they did such things. I never lied, I never sinned, I never disturbed someone...

This one was taken the same day and it is not so uglified, but after a time they deleted my eyebrows. It was on Palm Sunday, 2008:

www.flickr.com/photos/118922616@N06/15395773135
and now both look better :(
when I was a child my grandma told me that all my life I will be like the shepherd in the story for children that screams for help in order to fool others, then when the wolves really come, the others don't come to help anymore and he dies. She really told me so, it is true. But what could I have done? You can still find enough proves if you hurry probably...

For example I cared much about this scanned photo and they deleted my eyebrows as usual and made an ugly grin, that disappeared today, 9th of July 2015

www.flickr.com/photos/118922616@N06/15209117980

etc.

I never heard voices, I was never delusional, my only symptom, but only after 35 years of age, was that I began to perceive those ugly, vulgar thoughts of others, illogical, evil, insane things not related to my life and many death threats. Right now they entered my mind saying that they want to destroy all the evidence and that maybe they took my photos from my drawers or they will do this...I am afraid to verify now.

Like I told and explained on some of my pictures, naughty people destroyed on my computer or on my files different photos with me or even my poems or other writings :( Strange enough is that the same days these photos in this album were taken, they let me take good and accurate pictures of me, to destroy them eventually only after a long time. Like I said, you will that in many digital or film photos (perfectly scanned otherwise) I lack eyebrows and I don't understand why they did such things. I never lied, I never sinned, I never disturbed no one...
and if I tell you that this one was even uglier, can you believe?

Like I told and explained on some of my pictures, naughty people destroyed on my computer or on my files different photos with me or even my poems or other writings :( Strange enough is that the same days these photos in this album were taken, they let me take good and accurate pictures of me, to destroy them eventually only after a long time. Like I said, you will that in many digital or film photos (perfectly scanned otherwise) I lack eyebrows and I don't understand why they did such things. I never lied, I never sinned, I never disturbed someone...

just take a look at my babyhood photo in this album...

original photo ForkyTwig
Model: MushroomBrain

This gracious model just slides down the catwalk with an ease!
you can´t se his limbs mode so gentle are his movements, he just slides :)

Peace and Noise!

/ MushroomBrain the Natural Model

make me a me or is that meme :)

just littler olf me!

just me in my studio in Vienna, trying to look like a ogre Freddie Mercury or something!

Peace and noise!

/ MushroomBrain

Acrylics on Canvas (SOLD)

The Creator of Multiverses and King Queen and Emperor of Homeland

Make Noise and Love :)
4 mushroomBrain and ART!!!