"Don't worry Mr. President, just know right before you die here in Dallas that we won't let any one know the details of your death for 40 years *whispers* and probably not even then." #JFK 12:10:00 38 018 Miter
Stencil Spray Box
We are currently employed on a side job that entails can paint spraying well over 900 individual 3" stencil numerals, which has proven to be quite tasking outdoors (ex. wind) and no less than on a raised vertical surface. Additionally, commonly purchased stencils are unforgiving in clearance boundaries, giving little means to efficient expedient processing. Thus, our concept, the Stencil Spray Box. More DIY than not, which is inadvertent. Further modifications would include scales for placement trajectory, a level and expandable guides for larger stencil allowances.


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Project 47 - Sacrifice (3 of 5)
In 2009 there were 2,754 homicides in the city, and 2010 ended with 3,111 murder victims, as reported in El Diario de Juarez - an average of 8.5 murders per day... The murder rate in Juarez is now estimated to be the highest of any city in the world, more than 250 per 100,000 people, a rate that increased 800 percent between 2007 and 2010...
People call many of the victims "malandros," bad guys, riffraff, human garbage. Sometimes they use the phrase "limpieza social," social cleansing, to describe the killings. The truth is that fewer than 5 per cent of homicides in Mexico will ever be investigated.
El Sicario by Molloy and Bowden

The burned body is dumped at the police station, arms severed at the elbow, each hand holding a grill lighter.
He has been strangled and then burned with cigarette lighters.
He has been shot with an AK-47.
A message left with the carcass denounces the dead man as an arsonist.
At the time the crisp body is found, the local police get death threats over their radios.
The cops take down the blanket on which the accusation against the dead was painted, that he was an arsonist.
Then a message comes over their radios to put it back up, pronto.
They do.
Murder City by Charles Bowden

The measure of life is in it's contribution to the whole. Occasionally, it comes to bear upon an ultimate sacrifice as apparatus for a prosperous existence. It is then when one must breach all boundaries of psychological and physical tolls. To hazard cessation as to evolve the many.

What must be done for our human inviolability.
Project 47 - Temperament (2 of 5)
"Their backs were like leather and did not bleed. They put plastic bags on their heads to smother them and then revived them with alcohol under their noses.
"All they ever said to us was 'We will see you in hell.'
"This went on for three days. They smelled terrible because of the burns. They brought in a doctor to keep reviving them. They wanted them to live one more day. After a while, they defecated blood. They shoved broomsticks up their asses.
"The second day, a person came and told them, 'I warned you this was going to happen.'
"They said, 'Kill us.'
"The guys lived three days. The doctor kept injecting them to keep them alive, and he had to work hard. Eventually, they died of torture [...]
"I buried them with their faces down and poured a whole lot of lime."
He is excited. It is all back.
He can feel the shovel in his hand. Smell the burned flesh.
Murder City by Charles Bowden

Exceeding expectations often riles the senses of those grasping for brass rings and yet somehow, a mere traipse below, and the exorbitant macabre eludes those to a blissful ignorance. No exigence to a whispered plea, only a reimbued sovereignty, blinded by sensory overload and burden.

We have little desire to stand under this shade when there is such a comely air outside to be exhaled.
Project 47 - Persuasion (Part 1 of 5)
A friend of mine is taking photographs at Alexia's funeral when the army comes and grabs him. This could be bad since people who leave with the army tend not to come back. But the crowd holding those flotillas of pink balloons storms over and says, "Hey, leave him alone, go find and catch the bad guys." And the soldiers let him go and so he is fine.
Murder City by Charles Bowden

Faith and courage are consequence of persuasion. A first kiss is a sampling of this drastic conviction. As you read this, there are shallow graves being filled with those who were not convinced, faltered and succumbed to something else. Project 47 intends on being such a catalyst for belief, leading people from their tombs into the day.

As we approach our incursion, we will be providing captions of our ethos before coming to you with a plea for your assistance in changing the world. The present is drafted before the future is brought into view. We can no longer guard a tomorrow written by madmen. Stay tuned.
Truffle Taco Finale
You voted and we listened, especially since you voted for the selection we had already decided upon without you. Yesterday afternoon, we patroned a local New York City Indian themed Taco Bell and dined on presumably the first ever white truffle beef Soft Taco Supreme (no sour cream). As we dined on this Italian-exican delicacy, we took a moment to give thanks to all those who we squashed under-our-thumb this past year. From scorning a toll booth attendant to an impoverished homeless schlub with a cigar, each a lesser sophisticant than the likes of those who would venture to spend thousands of dollars for an uprooted fungus. Woe to those whose stomach do not now churn acids and mold, for you are but meager mentions of angst towards our beleaguered technological comforts. In all, it was four day old shaved Earth feces soiling a perfectly proper processed taco.