I Am an Amorphous Blob Vein Thing or CONTEST!
rntv? Who the hell knows? After giving much of our hearts and minds last week to the politicografistos, we here at the Painted Ground have decided to strike back at the RNC by going whole hog to the other side. We are nonsense; we are leigon.
CONTEST:
Tell me what the hell this is and you will win something. It will be a cool something that's not worth much except in sentimental terms because it will be the first thing that you ever won from the Painted Ground of San Jose Avenue. Enter early, enter often. Bribery is encouraged. A winner will be announced in this space on Friday, we think. 
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These are sheep, waiting to be counted, hanging out on their branch, where they sleep. The letters are how they tell each other apart.
jb/sf
Obviously this is recombinant DNA in process of producing defective cells as dictated by the misshapen prions in the neural-cortex, the manifestation of Kreutzfeld/Jacob syndrome.
Ladies and genlemen, I give you Mad Cow Disease, rendered in spray paint.
-jerm
Clearly two love chickens who have co-hung themselves from a barren branch: RD & TV, R.I.P., a.k.a. Bare ruin'd choirs where late the sweet birds sang. pw/sf/pa
The subtext of the two sheep waiting to be counted is a darker comment on synthetic fibers. This is also an illustration of the death knell of cotton. The two bolls, misshapen, on a bloody stem with the cruel brandings of the fabrics that overtook them. Rayon, Nylon, Tiffany, Voile.
It's the new KFC ad campaign for Low Carb Barbeque Dove Meat. Char broiled on a stick. Roasted Nicely. Top Value.
Hm... reminds me of campers keeping their vittles out of their tent, away from bears -- high up on a tree branch. The letters represent the individual campers' initials.
lr/sf
As you roast your treat they turn into blobuole representations of your worst fears. vampires, toads, nobody likes you, told you so.
marshmallow nightmares
OR
one big butted schmoo plotting with another big butted schmoo. They have been branded after the attempt to exterminate them after the fall of industry was attributed to their presence among humans failed. Branded, stuck on branches, they just plot.
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