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GOURD SEASON

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GOURD SEASON

AUDIENCE CONTENT OUTLINE

PROCESS

Age: 25-35

Sex: 75% female

Class: upper class - people who have time to read

Interests: fashion, home, food overall trend setter

Gourd Season is about a persons love for Gourds during that

special time of year.

It starts by addressing the reader,

“I don’t know about you, but I can’t wait to get my hands on

some fucking gourds and arrange them in a horn-shaped basket

on my dining room table”.

Then it goes into why this person loves gourds so much. the para-

graphs switch back and forth between addressing the reader

and talking about a deep passion for gourds. The speaker also

uses mass amounts of profanity to hype the reader.

CONCEPT

WORD LIST

GOURD SEASON is all about fall and fall decor. It

makes fun of people’s obsessions with fall, in a way

that is fresh and in your face. The content is so loud,

it pretty much speaks for it’s self. To amplify the hu-

mor of these words, the design will take a direction

that is simple and elegant. This will create a contrast

that will have tension between the visuals and the

content. My inspiration for this simple and elgant

design comes from beauty and food blogs.

Food

Gourds

Pie

Orange

Yellow

Brown

Fall.

Coffe

Latte

Basic Bitch

Ugg Boots

Soccer Games

Hot Coaco

Melenial

Pink

mommy blogger

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GOURD SEASONINITIAL IDEASGOURD SEASONINITIAL IDEAS

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GOURD SEASONINSPIRATIONAL RESEARCH

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GOURD SEASONINSPIRATIONAL RESEARCH

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GOURD SEASONCOLOR IDEAS

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GOURD SEASONSKETCHES

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GOURD SEASONFIRST DESIGNS

bas i c con tac tp ro jec t s

abou tpor fo l io

I T ’S DECORATIVE GOURD SEASONMOTHERFUCKERS

COLIN NISSAN

I don’t know about you, but I can’t wait to get my hands on some fucking gourds and arrange them in a horn-shaped basket on my dining room table. That shit is going to look so seasonal. I’m about to head up

to the attic right now to find that wicker fucker, dust it off, and jam it with an insanely ornate assortment of shellacked vegetables. When my guests come over it’s gonna be like, BLAMMO! Check out my shellacked deco-

rative vegetables, assholes. Guess what season it is — fucking fall. There’s a nip in the air and my house is full of mutant fucking squash.

I may even throw some multi-colored leaves into the mix, all haphaz-ard like a crisp October breeze just blew through and fucked that shit up. Then I’m going to get to work on making a beautiful fucking gourd neck-lace for myself. People are going to be like, “Aren’t those gourds strain-

ing your neck?” And I’m just going to thread another gourd onto my necklace without breaking their gaze and

quietly reply,

Carving orange pumpkins sounds like a pretty fitting way to ring in the season. You know what else does? Performing an all-gourd reenactment of an episode of Diff’rent Strokes

— specifically the one when Arnold and Dudley experience a disturbing brush with sexual molestation. Well, this shit just got real, didn’t it? Felo-nies and gourds have one very important commonality: they’re both ex-tremely fucking real. Sorry if that’s upsetting, but I’m not doing you any

favors by shielding you from this anymore.

The next thing I’m going to do is carve one of the longer gourds into a perfect replica of the Mayflower as a shout-out to our Pilgrim forefathers.

Then I’m going to do lines of blow off its hull with a hooker. Why? Be-cause it’s not summer, it’s not winter, and it’s not spring. Grab a calendar

and pull your fucking heads out of your asses; it’s fall, fuckers.

Have you ever been in an Italian deli with salamis hanging from their ceiling? Well then you’re going to fucking love my house. Just look where

you’re walking or you’ll get KO’d by the gauntlet of misshapen, zucchi-ni-descendant bastards swinging from above. And when you do, you’re going to hear a very loud, very stereotypical Italian laugh coming from

me. Consider yourself warned.

For now, all I plan to do is to throw on a flannel shirt, some tattered overalls, and a floppy fucking hat and stand in the middle of a cornfield for a few days. The first crow that tries to land on me is going to get his

avian ass bitch-slapped all the way back to summer.

WELCOME TO AUTUMN, FUCKHEADS!

IT’S FALL, FUCKFACES. YOU’RE EITHER READY TO REAP THIS FREAKY-ASSED HARVEST OR YOU’RE NOT.

I T ’S DECORATIVE GOURD SEASONMOTHER -FUCKERS

I don’t know about you, but I can’t wait to get my hands on some fucking gourds and

arrange them in a horn-shaped basket on my dining room table. That shit is going to

look so seasonal. I’m about to head up to the attic right now to find that wicker fucker,

dust it off, and jam it with an insanely ornate assortment of shellacked vegetables. When

my guests come over it’s gonna be like, BLAMMO! Check out my shellacked decorative

vegetables, assholes. Guess what season it is — fucking fall. There’s a nip in the air and

my house is full of mutant fucking squash.

I may even throw some multi-colored leaves into the mix, all haphazard like a crisp

October breeze just blew through and fucked that shit up. Then I’m going to get to work

on making a beautiful fucking gourd necklace for myself. People are going to be like,

“Aren’t those gourds straining your neck?” And I’m just going to thread another gourd

onto my necklace without breaking their gaze and

quietly reply,

It ’s Fall, Fuckfaces. You’re Either Ready To Reap This Freaky-Assed Harvest Or You’re Not.

Carving orange pumpkins sounds like a pretty fitting way to ring in the season. You

know what else does? Performing an all-gourd reenactment of an episode of Diff’rent

Strokes — specifically the one when Arnold and Dudley experience a disturbing brush

with sexual molestation. Well, this shit just got real, didn’t it? Felonies and gourds have

one very important commonality: they’re both extremely fucking real. Sorry if that’s

upsetting, but I’m not doing you any favors by shielding you from this anymore.

The next thing I’m going to do is carve one of the longer gourds into a perfect

replica of the Mayflower as a shout-out to our Pilgrim forefathers. Then I’m going to do

lines of blow off its hull with a hooker. Why? Because it’s not summer, it’s not winter, and

it’s not spring. Grab a calendar and pull your fucking heads out of your asses; it’s fall,

fuckers.

Have you ever been in an Italian deli with salamis hanging from their ceiling? Well

then you’re going to fucking love my house. Just look where you’re walking or you’ll get

KO’d by the gauntlet of misshapen, zucchini-descendant bastards swinging from above.

And when you do, you’re going to hear a very loud, very stereotypical Italian laugh

coming from me. Consider yourself warned.

For now, all I plan to do is to throw on a flannel shirt, some tattered overalls, and a

floppy fucking hat and stand in the middle of a cornfield for a few days. The first crow

that tries to land on me is going to get his avian ass bitch-slapped all the way back to

summer.

WELCOME TO AUTUMN, FUCKHEADS!

bas i c

bas i c con tac t p ro jec t s abou t por fo l io

Grab A Calendar And Pull Your Fucking Heads Out Of Your Asses; It’s Fall, Fuckers.

COLL IN NISSAN

IT’S DECORATIVE GOURD SEASON

MOTHER -FUCKERS

bas i c

con tac t p ro jec t s abou t por fo l io

COLL IN NISSAN

I don’t know about you, but I can’t wait to get my hands on some fucking gourds and arrange them in

a horn-shaped basket on my dining room table. That shit is going to look so seasonal. I’m about to head up

to the attic right now to find that wicker fucker, dust it off, and jam it with an insanely ornate assortment of

shellacked vegetables. When my guests come over it’s gonna be like, BLAMMO! Check out my shellacked

decorative vegetables, assholes. Guess what season it is — fucking fall. There’s a nip in the air and my

house is full of mutant fucking squash.

I may even throw some multi-colored leaves into the mix, all haphazard like a crisp October breeze just

blew through and fucked that shit up. Then I’m going to get to work on making a beautiful fucking gourd

necklace for myself. People are going to be like, “Aren’t those gourds straining your neck?” And I’m just

going to thread another gourd onto my necklace without breaking their gaze and

quietly reply,

It ’s Fall, Fuckfaces. You’re Either Ready

To Reap This Freaky-Assed Harvest Or You’re Not.

Carving orange pumpkins sounds like a pretty fitting way to ring in the season. You know what else does?

Performing an all-gourd reenactment of an episode of Diff’rent Strokes — specifically the one when

Arnold and Dudley experience a disturbing brush with sexual molestation. Well, this shit just got real,

didn’t it? Felonies and gourds have one very important commonality: they’re both extremely fucking real.

Sorry if that’s upsetting, but I’m not doing you any favors by shielding you from this anymore.

The next thing I’m going to do is carve one of the longer gourds into a perfect replica of the

Mayflower as a shout-out to our Pilgrim forefathers. Then I’m going to do lines of blow off its hull with a

hooker. Why? Because it’s not summer, it’s not winter, and it’s not spring. Grab a calendar and pull your

fucking heads out of your asses; it’s fall, fuckers.

Have you ever been in an Italian deli with salamis hanging from their ceiling? Well then you’re going

to fucking love my house. Just look where you’re walking or you’ll get KO’d by the gauntlet of misshapen,

zucchini-descendant bastards swinging from above. And when you do, you’re going to hear a very loud,

I don’t know about you, but I can’t wait to get my hands on some fucking gourds and ar-range them in a horn-shaped basket on my dining room table. That shit is going to look so seasonal. I’m about to head up to the attic right now to find that wicker fucker, dust it off, and jam it with an insanely ornate assortment of shellacked vegetables. When my guests come over it’s gonna be like, BLAMMO! Check out my shellacked decorative vegetables, assholes. Guess what season it is — fucking fall. There’s a nip in the air and my house is full of mutant fucking squash.

I may even throw some multi-colored leaves into the mix, all haphazard like a crisp Octo-ber breeze just blew through and fucked that shit up. Then I’m going to get to work on mak-ing a beautiful fucking gourd necklace for myself. People are going to be like, “Aren’t those gourds straining your neck?” And I’m just going to thread another gourd onto my necklace without breaking their gaze and quietly reply,

Carving orange pumpkins sounds like a pretty fitting way to ring in the season. You know what else does? Performing an all-gourd reenactment of an episode of Diff’rent Strokes — specifically the one when Arnold and Dudley experience a disturbing brush with sexual mo-lestation. Well, this shit just got real, didn’t it? Felonies and gourds have one very important commonality: they’re both extremely fucking real. Sorry if that’s upsetting, but I’m not doing you any favors by shielding you from this anymore.

The next thing I’m going to do is carve one of the longer gourds into a perfect replica of the Mayflower as a shout-out to our Pilgrim forefathers. Then I’m going to do lines of blow off its hull with a hooker. Why? Because it’s not summer, it’s not winter, and it’s not spring. Grab a calendar and pull your fucking heads out of your asses; it’s fall, fuckers.

Have you ever been in an Italian deli with salamis hanging from their ceiling? Well then you’re going to fucking love my house. Just look where you’re walking or you’ll get KO’d by the gauntlet of misshapen, zucchini-descendant bastards swinging from above. And when you do, you’re going to hear a very loud, very stereotypical Italian laugh coming from me. Consider yourself warned.

For now, all I plan to do is to throw on a flannel shirt, some tattered overalls, and a floppy fucking hat and stand in the middle of a cornfield for a few days. The first crow that tries to land on me is going to get his avian ass bitch-slapped all the way back to summer.

WELCOME TO AUTUMN, FUCKHEADS!

I T ’S DECORATIVE GOURD SEASONMOTHERFUCKERS

I don’t know about you, but I can’t wait to get my hands on some fucking gourds and arrange them in a horn-shaped basket on my dining room table. That shit is going to look so seasonal. I’m about to head up to the attic right now to find

that wicker fucker, dust it off, and jam it with an insanely ornate assortment of shel-lacked vegetables. When my guests come over it’s gonna be like, BLAMMO! Check out my shellacked decorative vegetables, assholes. Guess what season it is — fucking

fall. There’s a nip in the air and my house is full of mutant fucking squash.

I may even throw some multi-colored leaves into the mix, all haphazard like a crisp October breeze just blew through and fucked that shit up. Then I’m going

to get to work on making a beautiful fucking gourd necklace for myself. People are going to be like, “Aren’t those gourds straining your neck?” And I’m just going to

thread another gourd onto my necklace without breaking their gaze and quietly reply,

Carving orange pumpkins sounds like a pretty fitting way to ring in the season. You know what else does? Performing an all-gourd reenactment of an episode of

Diff’rent Strokes — specifically the one when Arnold and Dudley experience a dis-turbing brush with sexual molestation. Well, this shit just got real, didn’t it? Felonies

and gourds have one very important commonality: they’re both extremely fucking real. Sorry if that’s upsetting, but I’m not doing you any favors by shielding you

from this anymore.

The next thing I’m going to do is carve one of the longer gourds into a perfect replica of the Mayflower as a shout-out to our Pilgrim forefathers. Then I’m going to do lines of blow off its hull with a hooker. Why? Because it’s not summer, it’s not winter, and it’s not spring. Grab a calendar and pull your fucking heads out of your

asses; it’s fall, fuckers.

Have you ever been in an Italian deli with salamis hanging from their ceiling? Well then you’re going to fucking love my house. Just look where you’re walking or you’ll get KO’d by the gauntlet of misshapen, zucchini-descendant bastards swing-

ing from above. And when you do, you’re going to hear a very loud, very stereotypi-cal Italian laugh coming from me. Consider yourself warned.

For now, all I plan to do is to throw on a flannel shirt, some tattered overalls, and a floppy fucking hat and stand in the middle of a cornfield for a few days. The first crow that tries to land on me is going to get his avian ass bitch-slapped all the

way back to summer.

WELCOME TO AUTUMN, FUCKHEADS!

IT’S FALL, FUCKFACES.

YOU’RE EITHER READY TO

REAP THIS FREAKY-ASSED

HARVEST OR YOU’RE NOT.

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GOURD SEASONFIRST DESIGN COMPS

I T ’S DECORATIVE GOURD SEASONMOTHER -FUCKERS

I don’t know about you, but I can’t wait to get my hands on some fucking gourds and

arrange them in a horn-shaped basket on my dining room table. That shit is going to

look so seasonal. I’m about to head up to the attic right now to find that wicker fucker,

dust it off, and jam it with an insanely ornate assortment of shellacked vegetables. When

my guests come over it’s gonna be like, BLAMMO! Check out my shellacked decorative

vegetables, assholes. Guess what season it is — fucking fall. There’s a nip in the air and

my house is full of mutant fucking squash.

I may even throw some multi-colored leaves into the mix, all haphazard like a crisp

October breeze just blew through and fucked that shit up. Then I’m going to get to work

on making a beautiful fucking gourd necklace for myself. People are going to be like,

“Aren’t those gourds straining your neck?” And I’m just going to thread another gourd

onto my necklace without breaking their gaze and

quietly reply,

It ’s Fall, Fuckfaces. You’re Either Ready To Reap This Freaky-Assed Harvest Or You’re Not.

Carving orange pumpkins sounds like a pretty fitting way to ring in the season. You

know what else does? Performing an all-gourd reenactment of an episode of Diff’rent

Strokes — specifically the one when Arnold and Dudley experience a disturbing brush

with sexual molestation. Well, this shit just got real, didn’t it? Felonies and gourds have

one very important commonality: they’re both extremely fucking real. Sorry if that’s

upsetting, but I’m not doing you any favors by shielding you from this anymore.

The next thing I’m going to do is carve one of the longer gourds into a perfect

replica of the Mayflower as a shout-out to our Pilgrim forefathers. Then I’m going to do

lines of blow off its hull with a hooker. Why? Because it’s not summer, it’s not winter, and

it’s not spring. Grab a calendar and pull your fucking heads out of your asses; it’s fall,

fuckers.

Have you ever been in an Italian deli with salamis hanging from their ceiling? Well

then you’re going to fucking love my house. Just look where you’re walking or you’ll get

KO’d by the gauntlet of misshapen, zucchini-descendant bastards swinging from above.

And when you do, you’re going to hear a very loud, very stereotypical Italian laugh

coming from me. Consider yourself warned.

For now, all I plan to do is to throw on a flannel shirt, some tattered overalls, and a

floppy fucking hat and stand in the middle of a cornfield for a few days. The first crow

that tries to land on me is going to get his avian ass bitch-slapped all the way back to

summer.

WELCOME TO AUTUMN, FUCKHEADS!

bas i c

bas i c con tac t p ro jec t s abou t por fo l io

Grab A Calendar And Pull Your Fucking Heads Out Of Your Asses; It’s Fall, Fuckers.

COLL IN NISSAN

I T ’S DECORATIVE GOURD SEASONMOTHER -FUCKERS

I don’t know about you, but I can’t wait to get my hands on some fucking gourds and

arrange them in a horn-shaped basket on my dining room table. That shit is going to

look so seasonal. I’m about to head up to the attic right now to find that wicker fucker,

dust it off, and jam it with an insanely ornate assortment of shellacked vegetables. When

my guests come over it’s gonna be like, BLAMMO! Check out my shellacked decorative

vegetables, assholes. Guess what season it is — fucking fall. There’s a nip in the air and

my house is full of mutant fucking squash.

I may even throw some multi-colored leaves into the mix, all haphazard like a crisp

October breeze just blew through and fucked that shit up. Then I’m going to get to work

on making a beautiful fucking gourd necklace for myself. People are going to be like,

“Aren’t those gourds straining your neck?” And I’m just going to thread another gourd

onto my necklace without breaking their gaze and

quietly reply,

It ’s Fall, Fuckfaces. You’re Either Ready To Reap This Freaky-Assed Harvest Or You’re Not.

Carving orange pumpkins sounds like a pretty fitting way to ring in the season. You

know what else does? Performing an all-gourd reenactment of an episode of Diff’rent

Strokes — specifically the one when Arnold and Dudley experience a disturbing brush

with sexual molestation. Well, this shit just got real, didn’t it? Felonies and gourds have

one very important commonality: they’re both extremely fucking real. Sorry if that’s

upsetting, but I’m not doing you any favors by shielding you from this anymore.

The next thing I’m going to do is carve one of the longer gourds into a perfect

replica of the Mayflower as a shout-out to our Pilgrim forefathers. Then I’m going to do

lines of blow off its hull with a hooker. Why? Because it’s not summer, it’s not winter, and

it’s not spring. Grab a calendar and pull your fucking heads out of your asses; it’s fall,

fuckers.

Have you ever been in an Italian deli with salamis hanging from their ceiling? Well

then you’re going to fucking love my house. Just look where you’re walking or you’ll get

KO’d by the gauntlet of misshapen, zucchini-descendant bastards swinging from above.

And when you do, you’re going to hear a very loud, very stereotypical Italian laugh

coming from me. Consider yourself warned.

For now, all I plan to do is to throw on a flannel shirt, some tattered overalls, and a

floppy fucking hat and stand in the middle of a cornfield for a few days. The first crow

that tries to land on me is going to get his avian ass bitch-slapped all the way back to

summer.

WELCOME TO AUTUMN, FUCKHEADS!

bas i c

bas i c con tac t p ro jec t s abou t por fo l io

Grab A Calendar And Pull Your Fucking Heads Out Of Your Asses; It’s Fall, Fuckers.

COLL IN NISSAN

IT’S DECORATIVE GOURD SEASON

MOTHER -FUCKERS

bas i c

con tac t p ro jec t s abou t por fo l io

COLL IN NISSAN

I don’t know about you, but I can’t wait to get my hands on some fucking gourds and arrange them in

a horn-shaped basket on my dining room table. That shit is going to look so seasonal. I’m about to head up

to the attic right now to find that wicker fucker, dust it off, and jam it with an insanely ornate assortment of

shellacked vegetables. When my guests come over it’s gonna be like, BLAMMO! Check out my shellacked

decorative vegetables, assholes. Guess what season it is — fucking fall. There’s a nip in the air and my

house is full of mutant fucking squash.

I may even throw some multi-colored leaves into the mix, all haphazard like a crisp October breeze just

blew through and fucked that shit up. Then I’m going to get to work on making a beautiful fucking gourd

necklace for myself. People are going to be like, “Aren’t those gourds straining your neck?” And I’m just

going to thread another gourd onto my necklace without breaking their gaze and

quietly reply,

It ’s Fall, Fuckfaces. You’re Either Ready

To Reap This Freaky-Assed Harvest Or You’re Not.

Carving orange pumpkins sounds like a pretty fitting way to ring in the season. You know what else does?

Performing an all-gourd reenactment of an episode of Diff’rent Strokes — specifically the one when

Arnold and Dudley experience a disturbing brush with sexual molestation. Well, this shit just got real,

didn’t it? Felonies and gourds have one very important commonality: they’re both extremely fucking real.

Sorry if that’s upsetting, but I’m not doing you any favors by shielding you from this anymore.

The next thing I’m going to do is carve one of the longer gourds into a perfect replica of the

Mayflower as a shout-out to our Pilgrim forefathers. Then I’m going to do lines of blow off its hull with a

hooker. Why? Because it’s not summer, it’s not winter, and it’s not spring. Grab a calendar and pull your

fucking heads out of your asses; it’s fall, fuckers.

Have you ever been in an Italian deli with salamis hanging from their ceiling? Well then you’re going

to fucking love my house. Just look where you’re walking or you’ll get KO’d by the gauntlet of misshapen,

zucchini-descendant bastards swinging from above. And when you do, you’re going to hear a very loud,

IT’S DECORATIVE GOURD SEASON

MOTHER -FUCKERS

bas i c

con tac t p ro jec t s abou t por fo l io

COLL IN NISSAN

I don’t know about you, but I can’t wait to get my hands on some fucking gourds and arrange them in

a horn-shaped basket on my dining room table. That shit is going to look so seasonal. I’m about to head up

to the attic right now to find that wicker fucker, dust it off, and jam it with an insanely ornate assortment of

shellacked vegetables. When my guests come over it’s gonna be like, BLAMMO! Check out my shellacked

decorative vegetables, assholes. Guess what season it is — fucking fall. There’s a nip in the air and my

house is full of mutant fucking squash.

I may even throw some multi-colored leaves into the mix, all haphazard like a crisp October breeze just

blew through and fucked that shit up. Then I’m going to get to work on making a beautiful fucking gourd

necklace for myself. People are going to be like, “Aren’t those gourds straining your neck?” And I’m just

going to thread another gourd onto my necklace without breaking their gaze and

quietly reply,

It ’s Fall, Fuckfaces. You’re Either Ready

To Reap This Freaky-Assed Harvest Or You’re Not.

Carving orange pumpkins sounds like a pretty fitting way to ring in the season. You know what else does?

Performing an all-gourd reenactment of an episode of Diff’rent Strokes — specifically the one when

Arnold and Dudley experience a disturbing brush with sexual molestation. Well, this shit just got real,

didn’t it? Felonies and gourds have one very important commonality: they’re both extremely fucking real.

Sorry if that’s upsetting, but I’m not doing you any favors by shielding you from this anymore.

The next thing I’m going to do is carve one of the longer gourds into a perfect replica of the

Mayflower as a shout-out to our Pilgrim forefathers. Then I’m going to do lines of blow off its hull with a

hooker. Why? Because it’s not summer, it’s not winter, and it’s not spring. Grab a calendar and pull your

fucking heads out of your asses; it’s fall, fuckers.

Have you ever been in an Italian deli with salamis hanging from their ceiling? Well then you’re going

to fucking love my house. Just look where you’re walking or you’ll get KO’d by the gauntlet of misshapen,

zucchini-descendant bastards swinging from above. And when you do, you’re going to hear a very loud,

bas i c con tac tp ro jec t s

abou tpor fo l io

I T ’S DECORATIVE GOURD SEASONMOTHERFUCKERS

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I don’t know about you, but I can’t wait to get my hands on some fucking gourds and ar-

range them in a horn-shaped basket on my dining room table. That shit is going to look so

seasonal. I’m about to head up to the attic right now to find that wicker fucker, dust it off, and

jam it with an insanely ornate assortment of shellacked vegetables. When my guests come

over it’s gonna be like, BLAMMO! Check out my shellacked decorative vegetables, assholes.

Guess what season it is — fucking fall. There’s a nip in the air and my house is full of mutant

fucking squash.

I may even throw some multi-colored leaves into the mix, all haphazard like a crisp October

breeze just blew through and fucked that shit up. Then I’m going to get to work on making a

beautiful fucking gourd necklace for myself. People are going to be like, “Aren’t those gourds

straining your neck?” And I’m just going to thread another gourd onto my necklace without

breaking their gaze and quietly reply,

Carving orange pumpkins sounds like a pretty fitting way to ring in the season. You know

what else does? Performing an all-gourd reenactment of an episode of Diff’rent Strokes —

specifically the one when Arnold and Dudley experience a disturbing brush with sexual mo-

lestation. Well, this shit just got real, didn’t it? Felonies and gourds have one very important

commonality: they’re both extremely fucking real. Sorry if that’s upsetting, but I’m not doing

you any favors by shielding you from this anymore.

The next thing I’m going to do is carve one of the longer gourds into a perfect replica of the

Mayflower as a shout-out to our Pilgrim forefathers. Then I’m going to do lines of blow off

its hull with a hooker. Why? Because it’s not summer, it’s not winter, and it’s not spring. Grab

a calendar and pull your fucking heads out of your asses; it’s fall, fuckers.

Have you ever been in an Italian deli with salamis hanging from their ceiling? Well then

you’re going to fucking love my house. Just look where you’re walking or you’ll get KO’d by

the gauntlet of misshapen, zucchini-descendant bastards swinging from above. And when

you do, you’re going to hear a very loud, very stereotypical Italian laugh coming from me.

Consider yourself warned.

For now, all I plan to do is to throw on a flannel shirt, some tattered overalls, and a floppy

fucking hat and stand in the middle of a cornfield for a few days. The first crow that tries to

land on me is going to get his avian ass bitch-slapped all the way back to summer.

It ’s fall, fuckfaces. You’re either ready to Reap this freaky-assed Harvest or you’re not

DECORATIVE GOURD SEASON

COLLINNISSAN

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Grab a calendar and pull your fucking heads out of your asses; it’s fall, fuckers.

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WELCOME TO AUTUMN,

FUCKHEADS!

I don’t know about you, but I can’t wait to get my hands on some fucking gourds and ar-

range them in a horn-shaped basket on my dining room table. That shit is going to look so

seasonal. I’m about to head up to the attic right now to find that wicker fucker, dust it off, and

jam it with an insanely ornate assortment of shellacked vegetables. When my guests come

over it’s gonna be like, BLAMMO! Check out my shellacked decorative vegetables, assholes.

Guess what season it is — fucking fall. There’s a nip in the air and my house is full of mutant

fucking squash.

I may even throw some multi-colored leaves into the mix, all haphazard like a crisp October

breeze just blew through and fucked that shit up. Then I’m going to get to work on making a

beautiful fucking gourd necklace for myself. People are going to be like, “Aren’t those gourds

straining your neck?” And I’m just going to thread another gourd onto my necklace without

breaking their gaze and quietly reply,

Carving orange pumpkins sounds like a pretty fitting way to ring in the season. You know

what else does? Performing an all-gourd reenactment of an episode of Diff’rent Strokes —

specifically the one when Arnold and Dudley experience a disturbing brush with sexual mo-

lestation. Well, this shit just got real, didn’t it? Felonies and gourds have one very important

commonality: they’re both extremely fucking real. Sorry if that’s upsetting, but I’m not doing

you any favors by shielding you from this anymore.

The next thing I’m going to do is carve one of the longer gourds into a perfect replica of the

Mayflower as a shout-out to our Pilgrim forefathers. Then I’m going to do lines of blow off

its hull with a hooker. Why? Because it’s not summer, it’s not winter, and it’s not spring. Grab

a calendar and pull your fucking heads out of your asses; it’s fall, fuckers.

Have you ever been in an Italian deli with salamis hanging from their ceiling? Well then

you’re going to fucking love my house. Just look where you’re walking or you’ll get KO’d by

the gauntlet of misshapen, zucchini-descendant bastards swinging from above. And when

you do, you’re going to hear a very loud, very stereotypical Italian laugh coming from me.

Consider yourself warned.

For now, all I plan to do is to throw on a flannel shirt, some tattered overalls, and a floppy

fucking hat and stand in the middle of a cornfield for a few days. The first crow that tries to

land on me is going to get his avian ass bitch-slapped all the way back to summer.

It ’s fall, fuckfaces. You’re either ready to Reap this freaky-assed Harvest or you’re not

DECORATIVE GOURD SEASON

COLLINNISSAN

basic contact projects about portfolio

Grab a calendar and pull your fucking heads out of your asses; it’s fall, fuckers.

basic

WELCOME TO AUTUMN,

FUCKHEADS!

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