yeah. there’s standards. you follow those rules and then put everything in logical order based on that. it’s a puzzle with more or less limited/correct solutions. it’s not really subjective. dada is subjective. like, fuck, it could be anything.
use grid apply formula use easy to read fonts save attach send done.
just uhh, like, weird shit. but it’s cool weird shit.
dada is like … it could be a horse.
a horse with british airways!
a horse with british airways … but drinking espresso
not the horse, the airways
also a misattributed quote about …
lobster panties!
WORN
BY
REAL
FAKE
LOBSTERS
AND
ON
SALE
AT
THE
GAP
shigella outbreak!
next to a backyard bbq ruinéd by too much radiator fluid!
but the radiator fluid is purple and tho theres too much and it ruined the bbq it makes for a great slip n slide …
for cats
the bbq goers are allergic,
of course,
and there’s dog hair
in their food now
turns out dog hair actually has great nutritional value – which makes as much sense as chia heads are now considered nutrition – but people don’t want dog hair in their food, they send it all back
t rex doesn’t mind. eats all the salad.
damn t rex.
he never understood the inconspicuous guest list of a community church.
but at least he freshly ironed his apron before attacking the snickerdoodle tree.
mel blanc ate all the ketchup. yesterday, with ashley, sonia and cara.
which was frustrating but turns out carrot cake makes an excellent substitute.
palvin grabbed the palates and smashed them next to the libertines! franco was wrong, that venom wasn’t american, it needed a coat of arms without all the maggots!
and the taco stand ran out of muffins
no
the formidable smell left donkeys in the mall, trying on glasses, drinking the brine of the dead sea with flipper none the wiser.
she’s short, inked, and not a skinny, skinny person. and she has a HUGE alternative following.
flipper doesn’t kno. we know flipper doesn’t know. flipper knows we know flipper doesn’t know. tutus.
the glasses are an ill fit. check the tartaruga shell for clues.
An abalone inlay tells all to those who choose not to listen.
dan quayle held dubya’s head as he threw up on the middle east. ‘nasdaq,’ he whispered as he grabbed the paint brush with all his mustard.
please RSVP at UR earliest convenience store!
the mustard was disheveled and quidam was offended.
never leave quidam in a lurch. the dog hair doesn’t wax all the frambic niello captains.
keep ur feet off the goose.
gooses know what others think are just plainclothes.
o captain my captain,
where for art thou liberfrackles. i need to borrow a femur.
we thought it lost. till we smelled the donkey.
keep louis away from the donkey. he likes the femurs just a bit too much.
femur feels frantic for felicity. furry farbles found fascism.
fuck! barley is coming down with farley!
put them in the arena with a gladiola! the number 7 is pure. seek the lake and u will run out of cigarettes.
what is the best way to paint a spray?
smoke rises in the ether. gravity is embarrassed. you must spray the paint to paint the spray but do it backwards and calamity will learn sign language.
i bit my clambone.
it really liked it. but didn’t know its mother.
he was a boneclam of much splendor. very brave.
found the hands on approach was ne’er good enough.
the tutelage of crabapples fell on deaf ears.
we must rejoice!
the fleshy cows rebelled against the mais; then followed the apes, who had the same problems with deodorant that we do.
the salt mines mock us.
the cows know not, but we will show them our rental.
the city council drank too much espresso today and won’t leave them out of it.
Melvin brought a car load.
the town in question crunched too many numbers.
cosby showed up and started talking too much about tunnels.
one can never talk to much of tunnels when speaking to the queen of cheese.
swiss chard takes exception.
swiss chard is too neutral when speaking of the misterios of queen victoria.
but habanero mango hats disclose too little.
it’s all in all much too petit and impractical.
cosby can make them talk!
but what they say, so much like salad oil on a popsicle stick.
we must reevaluate our liver.
trex doubts ur commitment.
trex never met an anchovy he didn’t like.
the anchovies have submitted their proposal.
they left their only copy on public transit.
by law, that area is reserved for quesadillas.
– they wear sullied wife beaters when no one is watching.
we don’t allow bikes.
only hot sauce.
which is sad, said peter boyle.
the shirt died
gone forever
well that’s what’s up
i think i learned my confidence from a potato
a very self conscious potato.
—rikki morehouse, steve mehallo
Flommist Rikki Morehouse is a modernist, logical and organized; she works as a graphic designer. When not designing, she can be found climbing rocks, absorbed in Yoga, Pilates, Muay Thai and Netflix. She is also one of the co-founders of SacCirque. Flommist Steve Mehallo is a graphic designer, illustrator, font designer, educator, foodie and gadfly. He is the creator and founder of FLOMM! Copyright © 2015 Rikki Morehouse and Steve Mehallo – ’cept for the gifs. Not really sure where those came from.
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