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Walking amongst us common criminals are fellas I like to call “The Superfelons”. There are Superfelons with uncanny abilities of strength: one can lift three times his own body weight without flinching. Another can blow wind out of his ass so forcefully that the vibrations of its gust can be felt on the opposite side of the unit. Some Superfelons are in possession of supernatural powers, like the ability to make things vanish in thin air: money, evidence… people.
And then there are the mutant Superfelons, blessed with physical attributes that defy the limitations of anatomical men. There is a giant that towers over anything less than 7ft. tall and another whose head is as wide as my chest. One Superfelon’s gift outweighs all others: the one my homie Kioni nicknamed “Six”.
His superpower? He commands a fully dexterous sixth finger… and it is fucking awesome.
He plays guitar with it (six note chords!), he leverages pool cues with it, he firmly shakes hands with it. In fact, everything he does with his left hand is, by simple logic, 20% better than anything I could possibly do with my left hand. Think about how drastically the course of our evolution was affected simply by adjusting the angle of our thumb 90 degrees, then imagine that opposable digit… GETTING AN OPPOSABLE DIGIT! Now you understand why Six is my favorite Superfelon of all time.
Be good to each other,
ARTISTS NOTE: This is not a still frame from Fringe. This is Six’s hand discreetly placed on the glass of the Xerox machine in the law library. Special Thanks to the clerks for assistance.
A word from the Artist...
Aside from being my mental lifeline to the outside, this blog is an effort to help provide my beautiful son, Orion, with a little support while I am away. Any profit generated by the Ads on this blog get split between him and a charity that builds wheelchair accessible playgrounds for disabled children.
Aside from that, my spirit pretty much survives on sincere correspondence from the outside world. Letters sent by anyone are more valuable to me than clean socks. Write me, and I'll write you back.
Dante Orpilla #49007-112
FCI SHERIDAN, SATELLITE CAMP, P.O.BOX 6000
SHERIDAN, OR 97378
DO NOT SEND FUNDS TO THIS ADDRESS
On June 16th, 2010, I was sentenced to serve 28 months in a Federal Penitentiary, for possessing with intent to distribute a Class A narcotic. This blog is a visual representation of that experience. Please enjoy responsibly.
For the better part of my life I have operated under the beautiful assumption that mans greatest gift is his ability to create. And so I do. My name is Dante. I am an artist, a musician, a writer and, above all, a very proud father.
Please note that messages are sent in writing to Blackmarket Arts and due to his situation he will not be able to respond. If you would like to begin a correspondence, please write to him.