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Lights....Camera....She's Dead....They are all Dead....Just follow the....

Just a post space that I will reuse for updates....so yes, there are people I take note of their curiosities...I am grateful even if I sometimes consider myself to be a zoo animal of sorts among the gazes (not hating on the gazes)....even on the days where it is a holiday, busy, I have gas, covid (hocked up on things that alleviate the covid symptoms so all is looking normal, as I have a bout of horrible gas from the meds), in addition to being due for a long awaited vacation...at this point there is an inner-bitchiness occurring even if I am in a good mood or even if I am grateful, I still might be not so enthused to interact. Typically, at work, a place where all matters chaotic do occur, I typically don't like interacting at all, even if it is a good conversation or someone I find to be interesting. My place of work isn't designed in that way to focus on personable connection, it's everyday utilitarian put the fires out kind of operation, and couple it with certain youths that like to play it panopticon with me, even if I am twice their age with a background that should warrant a level of considerable respect....it's not happening on many levels...it's going to be uncomfortable chaos typically to step outside of the work focus, so I'd rather just get what you need, remain impersonal, and move on. My co-workers can likely relate to this. We encounter a lot of people, thousands in a week, and often the staffing is at "optimal efficiency," so let's get what you need and move on. It's not out of hatred or disinterest, it's just the way matters work or need to work. Something about the forum. Maybe I will connect with this in the right forum. I know at work there are those indications, but ultimately, I simply enjoy this process, so for me, there isn't such a need to connect directly. This public posting in and of itself makes the needed connection, and I will do this regardless, on or off the radar. I enjoy the entire matter outright. I'm not so focused on anything other than exploring unstructured information with informatic method...and also painting, some for show, some simply for me, exploring the surroundings. Life is never good nor bad; It's life, and it happens while we plan it. Oh look, an Amigo Cart just took out the banana table. Hello World. The matrix is fucking nuts.

Moooore....U Want More....

deja...who?

The approach influenced by the book "Simple Heuristics that Make US Smart," specifically, the section on how ignorance makes us smarter, in the context of computer modeling and finance. The investor article is likely the most approachable. This highlights what would be desirable among outputs, such as corresponding to a broad recognition heuristic, not inherently of a literal, but rather a recognizable broad impression.

Free-Society

This is the tradition of a free society. I highlight the construct of our colonial thinking, cultivated by static medium. Then, I provide the alternative utilizing dynamic capacity of arrangement with informatic method. If one isn't interacting with an informatic method, it is clear, we are two ships passing by, and yet, the mind cultivated colonially, even at my place of work, attempts the colonial context with me. By design, I wouldn't be among such a societal arrangement, interacting with a basis that has newer capacities, of which the institutional form derived from static cultivation will not be able to respond to such developments. This would be this newer, unforeseen frontier. A lot of us are leaving this violent dualist construct, among minds thinking as dead head colonial disco balls, lining up for violence, slaves to the static medium cultivation, with most unaware of the very construct they are thinking with. To read the newspaper...It is an attempt at language but without a sound basis of arrangement, there will be inherent volatility, of which has become a lucrative affair, somewhat like an oscillating ionic imbalance. This again, is of the colonial cultivation, not really something I think, but rather I use for DeColonial form, of informatic method, of informatic thinking. To live in a society where we do have these freedoms, differing from mere promotions of freedom, like freedom T-Shirts, opens up a society towards newer waves of innovation. The dynamic arrangement of language wouldn't be this minor affair, considering that ability eclipses thousands of years of tradition, including holy books, and a variety of measures, that foster dualized organization that is certainly violent. Now we have an institutional alternative that wouldn't be so violent, considering the real-time tacit knowledge of entire aggregates wouldn't offer any sense of uncertainty as to what an aggregate body desires of their society and governance. This would be the second phase of free society. No need to gut out the process when the process now has the institutional form to place such matters onto a dynamic record. Here is my first post for informatic arts. Like language arts, likely, there will be a variety of disciplines that emerge from the embrace of a decolonial, non-dualized form of language.

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A free society, of process and substance, not a mere promotion is my focus, including experimental narratives used to test informatic methods or demonstrate informatic methods, of this continual opening up toward newer unforeseen frontiers. Those benefiting from lucrative violence will not like this, of dualized institution, of colonial cultivation involving static medium. They never do. My school, the alumni, including myself from the University of Edinburgh, the school that built the US nation's captial, founded Princeton University, among many other matters developed, have continually found ourselves in the cross-hairs of a particular grouping that among the smiles and niceties, would prefer our erasure, if not outright killed; Typically with belittling conversations and continual aims of forced unemployment and marginalization. I should be careful though, it's not as if there is solidarity among the alumni, considering when you cannot pay to play, among the kind manners, there does seem to be a designated status for the one who, how do I say this in a way to correspond to such manners, seems to be of materialized deficite. The designated lose-lose isn't really such a surprise for many, so they will be able to relate. That is, even if you contribute, that contribution isn't to be acknowledged, and if useful enough, stolen. I think of Tesla, not the company, but rather someone, hyper-innovative, a major contributor to a society opening up, incessantly experiencing certain minds grabbing away at his work among certain damaging portrayals, and among classism, the need to disengage at all costs the one of a lower class. And the inclinations among fake patois...I go to one of the best universities in the world, make solid marks, strong GPA, and to be met with a play of flawed character incessantly, and me, being the lowest on the economic rung, among this so-called alumni, being a fucking coincidence. No. Not the case at all. A personality giving a damn, reading that design would know this as well. When it doesn't add up, even upon graduation...nothing opening up. Sure thing. I suppose the brats of a Tong Zi Dan formation can portray the one left out, the one of a lower design, considering these cuntissimo-starlets having nothing else to offer in relation to actual rigors of process, so rise up in mirroring fashion, like embracing superficial diversity as the new and improved KKK veil. Just fall in line and do what mommy and daddy prepared for you, and look the strong part. Got it. For me, I'm not so worried though. I'm focused on these processes, both art and the informatic arts. I'm not in-need of the haves of a materialized fuckery.

And no, I'm not inclined to be kind in relation to the materialized fucking off with innovation and actual open society, considering the associations with dualized violence remain. There is an institutional alternative now, this just in, years ago, and yet, it doesn't seem like such a needed matter among the so-called leadership driving dualized violence. When a group can simply veil with the look of giving a damn and a group doesn't actually give a fuck, then let the lucrative times of dualized violence persist, of a form of leadership that wouldn't be respected. The innovation, the newer capacity has emerged, of which responds to both capacities of material production and addressing the violence of dualized institutional design. What would be the excuse, if we are actually about democracy, open society, and actual leadership in terms of behavioral design, or is it just a style now for the brat kids on parade? Of which, among the critical engagement, matters may or may not be the case, but if the shoe fits, own it! The capacity is there, and yet, to attempt to trivialize and brush such matters under the colonial rug, along with the blood and violence, and minds are to pretend? Of course, when enough limped spines are in the mix, yes, pretending will work, along with smiling, and super nice conversations, no? Just load into the mirror, seeing is believing, the patterns of behavior do not exist, just categorical splits cultivating dualized language, a regular disco ball of violence, just look around and see. Be angels!

And yes, it's critical, much like a particular group of students and beyond remained critical as the United States was architected and developed, and yet, there was this notion of tolerance, Scottish tolerance, specifically, of which with a newer developmentment of free society working, there is a good purpose for it, in relation to the developing informatic language. So yes, I will critically engage all matters, and all groups among the colonial cultivation, which isn't the language but the raw material feeding into the informatic language. No one is immune to these matters among colonial cultivation, not academics, not holy books, not Beyonce, not Jay-Z, not Jews, not Muslims, not Christians, not Hindus, not the LGBTQ, not Disney's Mickey, and the list goes on and on. Everyone will be held in critical vantage among the absurdities of this dualized violent form, this thinking cultivated by static medium, of a colonial form transforming into the decolonial, the informatic form of dynamic arrangement. Actual free-society, actual democracy, of corresponding behaviors works, which again, is more than a promotion, much like actual societal freedom requires more than a gun to protect.

Aside from the informatic language, I am starting to release new Tapestry Caravan designs. CLICK HERE

Drab Abstractions (& Distractions) - The Avenues of Public Productions

I. Drab Art

Drab is going to be abstract. Colorwork is my focus and motivation. Folk, in terms of presentation, will limit this motivation, and I want stylistic choices that optimize this motivation. This year is about making these foundational decisions that will impact my approach to art. This painting was created physically, not digitally. I do both and each approach has certain advantages. I must say though, creating with simply physical mediums is more enjoyable than creating with software. I get to make all the stylistic decisions and I have more control over the textures and colors. Enjoy!

I will post on shops, but to be clear, my only interest in terms of purchases is maybe scoring some cash back for more art supplies. I'm not really into this notion of creating as a commercial incentive. I'm not thumbing my nose at the notion, but I do think motivation needs to be the primary focus; Otherwise, it tends to be unmotivated work, and likely, it will show. Maybe? Regardless, artistic motivation is the focus for me, not commercial glory (which would be this embarrassing matter, considering what that would mean). To me, making money can be fine, but the core drive can't be defined by that.

Color study tends to be the driving interest for me overall. That is developing a vocabulary of color description (non-universal) that doesn't adhere to a mesh of ostentatious, mismatched label systems that can't keep up with the hex IDs regardless. So for this painting, I would ID as cyan-lime, moderate dark lime, dusky pink, peach hues, dusty pink, dark red, and rust orange with varying relations. For example, a dark red with an "electric" rust orange overlay. In terms of color creation, the dusky pink would be made with a mix of colors, including Payne's grey, though grey as a descriptive term isn't useful. That is, the description involves the predominant visual, not the actual mix of colors.

II. Book Modeling Next...

Onto informatic...I was looking at annas archive, as a suggestion from someone at work, and I don't mind if we are utilizing books purchased for pdfs, however, I've tested one book and the scan wasn't sound. Then, I looked into another book download, that I've already purchased and the archive claims I've downloaded a lot from my IP address which isn't the case at all. I've only downloaded one book that corresponds to a book already purchased. One book...it's odd. I don't like that. I'm not downloading books like that at all, and it is the world we live in. Even if you are playing it by the book, a pun yes, it's not as if networked behaviors can portray someone in a way they see fit, of even online records that aren't your actual activity, but who really has to follow that, as long as it is systematic to the point of being a magic box for the onlookers that can be manipulated by violent assholes, playing it up nice, and there to protect everyone against the one they simply want to destroy on the basis of sentiment. Doesn't matter who you are or what your process is...if someone can tar and feather, and there are enough sycophantic types ready to go along with the ease of running with the wolves...It's a tangen yes, but when I saw the IP activity, it doesn't add up. I'm not into intellectual property infringement at all. I do like a service like that, if I purchase a book, to have the convenience of accessing the pdf...as for just downloading books for free, when they were not free, no, and as for that assertion of me downloading a lot of books from them, untrue. That never happened. In the meantime, since I've lost trust with that...I'm going to simply load up my trusty Canon R40, cut the book up and scan, then model. That way I have a trusty scan and there is payment for the hard work it takes to produce a book like this. Good times! The oddity of this as well, is that everyone is remarking how we should use these VPNs. I agree a VPN does make sense for a phone on a public network. Still, when it's this mystery box scenario, it's a group with that lose-lose bind play, where there is a portrayal. It really is amazing how the Internet, professed to make life better, does a lot to empower the same subhuman crap by a group of folks who aim to utilize anything they can to spread hate around the globe, typically in the name of we have the literal answer, universal to all, even if we are an irrationalizing fuck off operation...we got enough support that can't figure their head from their ass and now we are about to kill you...that kind of routine. Smiles and candlelight vigils unite, let us prey. If you are not one of US, even if we can't even figure out who the fuck we are, you are to be DESTROYED. It's the same load of mindless dribble pissery for folks unwilling to question these matters, sometimes because they are afraid, sometimes because they don't care, sometimes because they just like to kill...hue-man-ITy. 50 shades, same story...among the obvious dualizing influence...this language anyone?

The Portrayal, the fabrications, the addictions, the poor embodiments, the irrationality, the religious-military state rising....no more democracy, other than, democracy as a veneer....

There was an existence before a language...we do reason insofar, of bounded faculty...but to question...shhhh...let us all pretend....among a rock spinning around fire, that once upon a time, via sheeple, sheeple, let us creeple, was the center of the universe....the students, the innovators, the minds orienting toward process....always disrupting the wolves playing it up in the mirror as victorious, money-making, angels....shhhh...follow us....we love you....trust us....your young....what do you have to lose....seeing is believing...fuck the air you breathe...we've got your magic...we've got your way....meanwhile....

Colonial cultivation anyone? Not Eye said the Fly, or was it a Kafkan Roach, flying coach...I mean when the mirror-mirror has their warm-hearted and victorious soldier shitless on the first-class plan, and it was so easy...you were just selected and it wasn't hard for you to go along...after all you were doing the same fucking think everyone else was doing...but you were selected...it was U....they really got the goodness of you....together you will rise...promise...OKOJ....it's like Jimi Hendrix and Castles made of sand...realize yourself today....just grab the language (to salvation and beyond) we like to hear....Hey Mr. Tambourine Man....and when we can't keep up...maybe we can take aim with some inside jokes, even if we are the jokes, shhhh....I has money....I is saved.....My master loves my mindless ass... what else is to know...cuz I know...We got this paper....We got this mirror...We got this sandbox elevation...We is love....It's just that fucking easy....following along fuckery inc...SMILE BIG for the REEL.....Keeping it Real Reel....always struggling with the needed lines that like to play checkers and dichotomy sandwiches.....killing off the poor dears orienting toward process, toward minful rigors, these bleeding heart poor dears, since the very beginning....Crosses to Hypatia....Christian Social Party to Nazism...polished puckers on the turtle wax tongue plan....just eating IT all night long as daylight on the rise....who needs the rigors toward the processor wisdom when we can be the dumbfuck looking the wise part...just the ease of a smile and always the right words to say, no friction, just harmonious fuckery entirely full of shit, but when there is the lazy ass desiring the sugary sweet echoes of a language never in question, well, the spinless looking the soldiering part are in fucking session...get your cross, get your American flag VIP T-Shirt today....Freedom fought solely with a gun...Amazing....no thought, just bodies in the mirror striving for a religious-military state to finally be free to officially gut out democracy for democracy as a veneer....be the body you need to be in the mirror and join in on all of this superficial, freedom-fucking fun, all with the visuals of fighting for freedom of course...as for the process...lazy fucks in the mirror, aka kids of corruption, aka pissing in the graves of the WWII generation, can't seem to find the time....when it's a Tong Zi Dan opportunity hustle scam...who has the time to figure their head from their ass when they opt in to spineless cowardice of serving the wolves to the point of never finding the needed time to be an actual citizen...to ever question reason insofar, bounded faculty...to think for oneself and telling the mind attempting to guide you on the right path, why they can't ever manage to ask the right questions, or ever demonstrate the ability to open matters up to doubt...just in the light of the k(no)w....among a grouping that finds ease in simply smiling and fucking off, there to whistle as they work, like the sound off of polished puckers on parade...so long as it looks the good part...then fuck IT. Why even question, just let the underhanded angelic in the mirror asshole spin the gossip, spin the intelligence, do all to give you the trusted words, even though, if one even attempted to question they could already follow, wow nice guy, wow money machine mirroring angelic asshole, you are entirely underhanded as hell...and I'm supposed to feed into your bullshit...OKOJ...keep smiling Bukkake face...you might be playing it like a warrior, but at the end of the day, you are still rolling bitch faced...But you are winning BIG....we don't want to rain on that kind of parade....like cum dump supreme...with a trophy in-hand....get your plastic pyramid life today....topped with "love"....saved...for the language holds me, even if, there was an existence before a language...infinity has been calculated...my sorry ass is the very strength of priority FORE me...let us prey....

doesn't have to be about hating...can be about not pretending...but if it needs to be about hating...OKOJ...

Tong Zi Dan reason for the season, uncle tom-kkk superficial diversity LGBTQ irrational agency unite....rolling that give her the never enough plan...thin that bitch out into a suicide mass killing genocide...we got the smiles...we got the candle light vigil....we got the humanitarian gala...we got the cameras...we got the glued on angel wings...and the sycophants liking the ease of making it with us....DEAR OKOJ....this reason for the season of yours...disco dead head ball of salvation....

...SIN--SEAR-Leaks Matriarchy artistry, once around from the 50s to the mid-90s, now erased off the democracy not democracy "American" airwaves among a Tong-Zi-Dan guns solely for a new kind of freedom, religious-military state and beyond...North Korean goosesteps, sell the "American" cup, seeing is believing, who cares where you been, you got money cobwebbs for brains, we are here fatherfuckers serving the motherfucker...Win big, and on this new easy plan, quitters win and winners quit...you give up, we got your opportunity on deck, your smiling faces in the mirror, and all the hermetic jibe a killing field could wish for...just go along...pick your avenue...LGBTQ....Uncle Tom...KKK....Superficial Diversity playing it identity politics and for a better tomorrow...catching that poor dear bitch all up in the dichotomy sandwhich...smearing that bitch asses blood...Smile real big...this is Nu-New Democracy...I mean, when it's the families in power pissing on the graves of the WWII crew...fuck it, let's get IT....Freedom Fuckery Fore Freedom....No brains, just visuals that look like the past but behave entirely different...selling this cup like the ladies of a High-Five for Five-Guys burger between two buns, champs for the champion brand...just get the look...fuck what you did and where you been...the look is the new look...Marilyn Monroe suicide plan, living it up in this LIGHT, ignite.

and this is the finally bridge posting extravaganza...considering among these final thoughts....Constantine's Sword...

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The Tacit Binder is the following:

jews
jesus
god
church
jewish

The Hierarchical Model: CLICK HERE

Tracing the head of the model we have the following:

Wittness::People

Freely::Chosen::Death::Jesus - Freely::Chosen::Death::Camps

Brutal::Age

[Give them a taste of their own medicine routine, Violent Dualism is Lucrative, and when colonial cultivation form has that dualistic hell stuck on repeat, even better...World Piece, every 50 years, switch out the agency, let Tong Zi Dan heat up a bit, then set the dichotomy sandwich, hand-in-hand, with the wolves of superficial diversity...irrational agents ready to represent all avenues, including those rational agents within their avenues all caught up, and as for an order protecting those of a process...well the Death Camps are just around the corner, yet again...He died for our sins....be a good body....disengage all ideas, all critical measures that question your angelic wolves (always ready to show all performativly they truly care in every way possible, humanitarian galas, good deeds, helping old ladies cross the road, and yet to engage in a meeting of the mind, to encounter activities of critical engagement, of process...disengage, disengage, disengage...load into the mirror, be a nice nothing body, this obstinate matriarchical type, or die...SMILE...Gut out your process or choose death...the same terms given to our savior who was murdered....Something like that...Again, give them a taste of their own medicine routine...and the language fostering the swings of dualism, doesn't really matter who is the receiving end, just keep switching matters up so the money can flow for a small group always winning...SMILE...Think Byrds - Turn, Turn, Turn...He died for our sins...So yes, obviously, dynamic cultivation of language arrangement will be something a group seeks to denounce and discredit at all costs....record fabrications....loyal opportunists surveilling....assessments of peculiar behaviors....whatever.....something that does what is needed...denounce....discredit....denounce...discredit....erase...disengage....SMILE...not really surprised...Especially considering every 50 years....]

The Non-Hierarchical Model: CLICK HERE

Intermediary Nodes:

Jesus-Christian -- Conflict

Jesus-Jews -- Killed::Murdered::Dead

Jesus-Jewish -- Dead::Experience::God::Covenant::Israel::God's::People

Which makes sense, in terms of the violence, like Christian Social Party to Nazism, which ended with a cross being placed at Auschwitz, which wouldn't have been a mere innocent gesture, but rather an indication that the pattern of violence wasn't to be over. Which to sit at a table and hear references to varmints, every 50 years, in relation to myself, minorities, Jews, and in ironic fashion having family who are Jewish, among a matriarch who was fucking nuts to put it nicely. Looking at that model, there is that obvious form, where those desiring money over any type of regard for humanity, would simply veil as humane, while switching out agency, as agency influences ideas-actions-habits-behavior-and-character, so to do onto others, as the chosen, did to Jesus, simply setup the gutting of process, by switching out the agency, which was the critical move that setup Nazism in Europe, not of any action, but rather the tacit environmental ordering necessary to initiate the process of the colonial language, was switched from reasoning insofar, out of a womb one does not create, bleeding just the same, into no greater good other than embodied performance, among lazy minded personalities championing their sycophantic types who do the same, of goosestepping for the mirror, for salvation, for actively embracing the role as puppet on a string, to be a good body, hollowed out, devoid of actual process, Tooling up, for gutting out the process of those who gutted out the process of Jesus. The actual trajectory isn't seen in the mirror, rather if you are speaking to people, and you are keen on the tacit ordering as one communicates explicitly and you lived from the 80s until even this day, the agency is being switched out like an Pre-WWII Germany, of this trajectory that is moving toward societal violence. It's an oddity to me that this could happen in the United States. Much like it's odd to see artistry selling out festivals and with little radio play. The move wouldn't be about the American masses, but rather something else, in relation to power. So yes, looking at the head of this model, that push for performative contradiction, for the Jewish process to be gutted out in the name of Jesus, does make sense. Much like the notion of one dying for our sins, indicating, this aim for gutting out the process of others is forgiven, of which is articulated among colonial cultivation, which when we explore the tacit arrangement of this design, in terms of authoritative design, in relation to dynamic arrangement, of this newer institutional form that can record and officiate actual process, any form of colonial cultivation relies upon an irrational arrangement that will not stabilize, nor will it in relation to this newer form of arrangement attain authority over the newer capacity. The process, even among people aiming to gut out the process, aiming to emphasize colonial cultivation, like a holy book, over the interactivity between, wouldn't have a basis in relation to traditions place the interactive process on record. The pattern of colonial violence, by design, becomes addressed, without a need for argument, as even the seeing is believing, can take note the interactive process, visually, is on record, moving dynamically, regardless of attempts to split the category among visuals and dualized form.

And this push to gut out the process, to return to a form of the Holocaust, that dynamic seems to be articulated through a variety of forms of artistry, like the notion of a finger pointing, like Redrum in the shining, Pouya & Fat Nick - Static, FKA Twigs Perfect Stranger, the see look type of visual cue, much like the various visuals of animals, gnomes, from behind a tree or even someone playing with their toys, like 1800Pain - Body Count, George Harrison - Crackerbox Palance, Bat for Lashes - What's a girl to do, of again seeing is believing, everyone loading into the ease of succeeding in the mirror, all the while heating up the dynamic with the switch of agency, Tong Zi Dan Green Eggs and Ham, like Geseffalstein Hard Dreams, as the process, the interactivity between, the tree of life, the little girl placed into the grave with her toys atop, the she had no eyes, the minds gathering to trace out this behavior, are to succumb to all the pressures of seeing is believing, to preclude the air we breathe these underhanded processes of behavior do not exist, as all can trust the angelic accord (gunning for discord) at face value, to follow their lead and without serious questioning as a community, just go along since they are making the opportunities so easy...no cost for now...and it's happened many times over...now it has been happening again, this time, the United States...the same formation as WWII, to place the Jewish people back into a performative contradiction, to gut out the chosen, to demonstrate to Christians, these varmints, these savior killers, are now freely choosing their own death by not loading into the mirror with us, along with their varmint counterparts, like someone of my design, who wears a pink triangle in the concentration camp, though in irony, if we assume I'm LGBTQ, of this absurd notion of grouping a community on the basis of embodiment, not process, it would fail to even acknowledge that some members of the LGBTQ were in the ranks of Nazism, while others were wearing pink triangles, and if one traces the behavior, and notes the sharp awareness on these behaviors in relation to agency, one can note, among an LGBTQ grouping, there are two entirely different communities at play, so why that grouping? That is, even the rainbow presentation can be used to emphasize visuals in the mirror while massaging this need to gut out the process yet again, and absurd the savior killers freely choosing their death....

This is colonial cultivation, so the reason remains in so far, but this goes into a future model for free-thinking in relation to the models. The actual articulation would come from the model itself, and that indication of a play of performative contradiction between Jews and Christians that sets up waves of lucrative violence, does make a lot of sense. This is the first model of the informatic arts, my second avenue of public production, and for this given time of odd behavior, a fitting model at that.

Note: of course, so the subject naturally would mean...drum roll....taps.....she's ready for a trap....oh my, oh why....she bees, running up that hill...this is likely why trap isn't even on the radio....she k(no)ws too much...so many secrets...so mysterious....pyramid (celeb, in the mirror)schemes....to figure it out and to find no pilot in the cock tit....Milk? Jelly? Tong Zi Dan Bricks....build a house, build a road...the efforts will pay divid-(e)nds...like the wolf and that wizard...this power of hot air...I guess when you got nothing but hot wind coming out of the ends, sure thing, having people strive to discourage makes a lot of sense...now as for me, it's been the same, with music, with academics, with art, with travels...2 fucks for nice as ice, even remarking I'm too nice....it's just an obvious remark, guided by folks who are liars...and I don't care...and even among the incessant Sam, I am would U like green eggs and ham, I decided to embrace, like that of performative kritiques we'd run in college....it's fun! It's involving a form of newer institutional design as well, it's productive, and dropping the challenge...most will run...or in the case of hot air spreading the needed word, aka blowing on some bricks....and blowing up the hot air titty on the rise,,, it's a balloon....crusty sweet hardness with a sugary hot air surprise at the center of it all...like blow POPS.....concession...recession....any and all the obsession.....server strategy at that pony league play level, keeping TABS....Able with elbows on the typical table....any measure of actual substantiation, quick it's not hot air, change IT up, even when these are matters of design, not matters of mere argument....if it's not involving the hot air of blow POPS play....aka colonial cultivation.....split and dual upon static medium....airwalks R' us-them, then....RUN away....but by all means, this is about you big POPpa...All about you...so many licks, so much to explore, what is at the center of it all, is this blow POPS air or Tootsie sweet shit centers...hot air aspirations or embracing the clay of this sweet tragi-comic shit existence...some like to blow bubbles on that pyramid play....others like to sculpt....catch one path or the other, these divi-bends for ends....dualism with the language always keeping the Ulysses split tree formation in-session....until a newer arranging form emerges...is this communicating to a colonial cultivation or the raw material for interactions with a newer institutional design that wouldn't involve these big bad, money hustling, hot air, pyramid scheme vic-tores...like sand out of a bag....I mean if it's feeding into a newer institutional form, not of colonial argument, but rather of newer informatic design...not among your colonial domain....not exactly winning, even if you are winning the game you run, and yet, not running this...RUN away..... So is IT, lost in the dualism or developing the newer institutional form, the informatic? When you are no longer the only game in town! Something about these opportunities for a society to open up again...it's all there...not really an excuse...considering that is the actual tradition of the US....by design...

III. Tapestry Caravan

[Not striving for the money machine btw, it's simply a connective outlet and potentially something that might help assist in buying more art supplies]

This is the decor design stuff. Again, a lot of colorwork. I can do a variety of styles from something loose and abstract, to something like this, tight and nuanced. Either way, the focus will be colorwork, something that challenges even the conventional notions found in a color theory class, which I've taken over the last few years online. Color theory is a lot of fun, when you get to a point of breaking all the rules. I break the rules all the time, which one can take note from my designs. In some ways I like this project. In other ways, it's a bit annoying, in that your Tong Zi Dan operation, running the not enough plan, is there to support you if you suck and there to run away when you show a high level of skill, and at the end of the day, I have little respect for that networked shit. I don't like these smiling personalities who even upon my own activity of enjoyment, want to place a framing around you as if one should strive for a plastic pyramid like them. It happens a lot with this project, so there is this souring aspect to it that is not fun, and yet, it isn't about the design, but rather, the bad behavior of angels in the mirror running with their ass-antic associations. So grab your rulers as usual, I don't have an interest in this. I simply wanted to do something detailed and geometric. I started out with a Carol Kind style, simplified vibe, with a rush of support too fast for comfort. Like I said, when you suck, there is one Tong Zi Dan play, and when you demonstrate a high level of skill, another type of play, all of which is playing up to a need for a lose-lose bind, regardless of one's intentions, efforts, or desires...and in a time where those of a process are to be gutted, after all since we have auto-tune and by the numbers entertainment bullshit, why even acknowledge one's design of artistry is half-baked bullshit...especially when the wolves in power support out half-baked shit-stained assery. Just rise above, disengage the critical engagements, and fuck off with a dance, dance, dance routine...all lazy shits, the quitters win in this world and the winners quit, load into the mirror today and VIP access to the sand castle, the city grid can be all yours. Shit like that....again, just this dynamic of which sours the Tapestry project, but I will stick with it regardless, because it does connect well into my motivation for complex colorwork.

This is likely the last post of the bridge... future activities will involve these 3 avenues, and once the sites are going I'll post below this writing...

Cheers!

Dualized Organization Anewing...Incessantly....A Lucrative Affair....

A violent design, very different from symbolic impression, just for you, understand yourself, your community, your identity, and all the miss-fortunate (unfortunate) events occurring...fish in Tong Zi Dan water...The Ruby Slippers....They fell out of the sky....They were anxious to find their way home...It's how I conquered the Emerald City...Eastern Europe, so many languages...I wonder why? Stephen King's IT library scene, the opening, she pours him a cup of water, what? It's only water....Ulysses...that Water....upon feet....shelled creature at the ankle....Fertile Crescent times...Crescent City Killing Moon....This is only Water.....dynamic arrangement could be problematic, though not likely....just a different capacity...less violent....more productive....but when one simply needs to be "creative" (Aced all advanced maths, high marks at one of the best Universities in the world...shhhh....just an artist...spin IT...) in the backhanded sense...of course...thinking whatever we like and in this way....how could one not be bagged...after all, we keep chatting... IT... up....let us prey...realize your dualized today...find a friendly face who likes to talk...they want to get to know you and in this way....so kind....so nice...so loving...so underhanded...smile...

When the language is so lucrative and fruitful...it's not like a lot of money would refrain from orienting in a way that denounces who I am, and what this acutally is....It's just fun creative play...that's all even though it's not....Of course, upon that need, very friendly demeanors though...just in-need of getting to know me more and in this dualized way...I suppose I should be at a loss for that...After all, I was brought up by the United States American Education System....Surely I'm bagged...And if it isn't the English language, then the Spanish dualized language will get to you...Oh to be "western." Money Machine Blood inc...no worries, let us prey...

Noble Dew & Vin Skul kEGGs

CULT SKROWS

Always Bright in Nu-America...

Nu-Classism is the game...matriarch creative...to be used in an entirely Nu-American way...to go with your nature and create...it's to be portrayed in a particular way...to justify Tong Zi Dan play....it's all about the Green Eggs and Ham....

Espresso Machiato Salvation Smoke-Up

Big Dawgs in the American House in a new kind of way...Rolling like A-Mi-Go-Guns at the Big Box....

More Not on the Radio

Main Stage...obvious folks are into it...not on the radio...

Radio Freeze Out for Totalitarian Regime in the United States...an entire break from what was once cultural in the United States, and yet, when the Comercial, is now the alpha and omega....and of course it is all about the numbers now...in such a way that everything, especially in terms of artistry of process, not embodiment, is getting gutted out entirely. When Democracy can now be Democracy as a veneer, it's Tong Zi Dan, Green Eggs and Ham for everyone, goosestepping for glory....Not the behavior of Citizens but when we can simply call ourselves Citizens and behave as subjects...

When it's by the numbers with fabricated bullshit...decoupling from actual democratic movements and juxtaposing with the American Authoritarian Radio freeze out...American Popular Artists selling out shows with large audience participation, far removed from the national air waves...and this is democratic behavior? So the self-professed cultural DNA who love Baudrillard get to dictate now what is cultura, not the American masses....but of course it's never by the numbers unles the DNA seem to have that formula that props up the artists of embodiment, who naturally, just love everything, happy as all happy can be, praising be the grand master money laundering opportunity maker, as all the good little angels in the mirror veil and prey....R.I.P. the United States as a Democracy...as long as everything looks the same...it's all good, even though it isn't....and when an entire half of the country needs to be erased, these matriarchical types, it's not like the end to free radio hasn't happened before...I mean to be the artist emphasizing creative play, of process, over supremacist allure, the embodiment, the emphasis of almost the entire 80s artistry line-up brought to you by the WWII generation, in the new American, as the imperialist class rises...oh no, that's a problem...Keep Tyler the Creator off the airwaves like anyother artists, like any other form that is emphasizing creative play over supremacist allures...grab a Corinthian Column...but her toys in a basket upon her grave...The irrational agency rise, offering no greater good other than embodied performance, propping up what deems the good and bad embodied performance, cosmetic authority, as society swithces to this agency that grounds into the instabilities of group sentiment, which by design always falls inevitably...when it's that imperial bullshit...sure a radio freeze out of the artists emphasizing creative play over the supremacist allure adds up...throw in a money slush from Russia on that privatized, never privatized, move....to help Tong Zi Dan the fuck out of everything....again welcome to the soft war ocurring. The form of war that has worked wonders in allowing plays of cosmetic authority to destroy any democracy from the inside out.

...Blues....Clues.....

...OK....informatic focus now in session....bye bye....

Not Teleological

I'll switch soon, and the process isn't, like even now, isn't always going to be on the inter-NET....considering our era of helmet hair and appearances...and this absurd push for the citizen to be subject, to adhere to a new agency, of no greater good than embodied performance...the play has issue with holding a meeting of the mind with the one who doesn't mindlessly embody, even though there isn't a pre-justification as to why one should embody in the first place....coupled with celebrations of white light all encompassing utopia, of understandings of social groupings there to be the kind nothing tacitly running the universal plays on that of which is to be other, which isn't kind at all....nor this failure to question one's notion as a basis of understanding universally something that exhibits sound thinking...we reason insofar, of a bound, and yet, one is there to carry on among framed deficits, backhands, and spiritual orbs of all-encompassing embrace, and without any doubt, any questions....to eye fuck a white light until you can't see out of matters that open up the forum...like having an existence before acquiring a colonial language, and yet that colonial language guides the way...what if you were a bug that once you exited you went nowhere...that can't at all be a possibility, which isn't to assert, to to say what is or isn't a case, but it would be to assert one can't base a claim off a lack of evidence...so there might be something hopeful among matters of the afterlife, but at the end of the day, it's still TALK-TALK, and gain, there was an existence beforehand, so why such a need in dedicating the insecurity of forcefitting an outcome that remains open to doubt....there can be no doubt whatsoever...all matters presented must somehow serve this very notion of the teleological including calculating infinity....calculating infinity encompasses infinity when it doesn't, much like one's spiritual assertions encompass that mysterious realm when it doesn't...we can't question? We can't doubt? We can't open up? We can't be free in signposting a possibly maybe, along with in the meantime, glitter up in the air dancing the night away? Can't happen anymore? Just gotta role with it, culturally stiff, for the approval of Tong Zi Dan Dick on Expensive Shit plan...angelic mouth piss for all...

So I did the calculation....and I am on to the informatic arts already....site is up but the models haven't been posted just yet....I'll roll out little by little...but for this project i could do the whole two the end never got us to the end...or some other matter to bring closure...but to me that is a major influence in our society closing up rather than opening up...no one can be an open book, just embracing room for doubt...it's this play of what's normal, what's the answer, what's being sized up on the measure....It's this Teleological insecurity play....the mirror by all means can have the day, but in terms of process...the mirror can't be both....so it's living it up upon a Teleological insecurity....if I simply end it with some kind of fanfare it's playing into that psychology....vs just cut the chord randomly...and keep the process going off grid off the inter-NET, while pushing other projects on the inter-NET....don't give these matters closure, and do whatever...if one is ready to stop...then it will...if not....keep doing it and again, cut the chord randomly...in terms of disclosure...let something aside from Telelogical Insecurity have a moment...leave matters open to the imagination, and who knows, maybe give people opportunities to explore their own form without giving a fuck about the Tong Zi Dan surveilist...

And the discussions among this colonial form of the inevitable among the splitting of opposites, of contradictions collapsing....and the way I approach, which wouldn't involve say products of the enlightenment, but rather, embracing the tragi-comic, then engaging a newer institutional form, while minds cultivated by the colonial medium....everyone...attempt to keep up and yet that doesn't involve any engagement with the informatic...much like the standards for being rational, and yet, in terms of the arranging design, of a tacit form that is entirely arbitrary, the method of being rational wouldn't involve this institutional form at all...this writing on the page...so pull the toys out of the basket...play around with it...no need to make an organic shape into something that pretends...it's not a logic, it's a shitshow, and the informatic has the capacity to do something else with it that actually establishes a consistency measure....So sure, the reading can be funny, and not serious at all, in terms of the colonial cultivation, and yet the assertions would involve minds cultivated by colonial medium, still not following the contradictory form of their own, often judgemental, assertions...it's still this scenario of the fish failing to discover their own water yet again...it takes time, though it is odd, in noting the one who knows, doesn't ever seem to consider we can't know what we don't know, and by that I don't mean within merely this colonial cultivation, but among other methods that challenge this very institutional design....even to have people assert matters of creativity, and yet they can't even follow informatic method...so it's simply creative, and I guess I clicked my heels and magically did well in school and passed all the advanced maths with luck....it's pure, slack ass, fuckery, but that's what's envogue for the dick on expensive shit goosestep...so it's smiles, nice talks, and backhanded bullshit.

And I say Teleological because a matter of thinking wouldn't emerge without the informatic model, much like the assertions among the colonial cultivation embraced by the arbitrary arrangement could even establish closure...it's a whirlwind of delusional understanding at best..much like a mind combing through the colonial cultivation...attempting to size matters up like the age of enlightenment has the very capacity to keep up, even after matters of WWII occurred, Lyotard's Differend occurred, etc...and you expect me to write with colonial cultivation with this notion of communicating with such a tacit absurdity, to somehow feed into the delusion one thinks clearly with this shit...no, catch up on matters among the informatic, of actual language...this is mere organic material, metaphysical shit, of a similar form you find in the toilet....even if we sculpted the shit into a cartesian clockwork universe, it would still, among other contexts and vantages be understood for what it is...shit...organic, spastic, material from these odd-bodies...We can flip through any kind of book, well-organized, well-communicated, noted as logical, and yet the arranging design, arbitrary, and incapable of establishing a rationalizing layer, a consistency measure, as one notes the differences between static and dynamic medium...and when you haven't a fucking clue...you understand in relation to this colonial cultivation...still fucked, and yet know more than me, and arrogantly so....surprise, surprise...Unless your master says otherwise, it's safe to go with what's easy...#shitscrazy #letsframethedeficite #Weunderstandwhenwedon't #Wefollowentirelyandallwithoutthebackground....not intent on disrespect...but even that notion of this being merely creative is absurd...much like one carrying on in a way that doesn't even have the rigor to pick up a few books, say from Foucault, Derrida, Baudrillard, Lyotard, Zizek, Heidegger....just a few and consider the mindfucked possibilities, and even the need to challenge the norms in relation to an irrationalizing institutional design I reference as colonial cultivation, of this language relying upon static medium, rather than utilizing the capacities of dynamic medium, of something that does present an obvious challenge to Holy Book land...and that is why still those among a particular avenue are going to irrationally do all they can to treat this as unserious, merely creative, just humorous....and I'm find to set that trap...the informatic matter, the utilization of dynamic medium remains, and at a direct challenge to these books that are noted as being holy and yet, like the earth no longer revolving around the sun...to take note of the arbitrary arrangement of that given, holy, cultivatrion does seem to do the same...where a tradition proclaiming to be universal to all is a far cry from any such assertion....and let's do talk among this colonial cultivation...it will say nothing until and informatic emerges from it...even among conversation at work....the arrangement of the language arbitrary and irrational....not normal....crazy...and yet everyone is normal as they embrace the absurdities of this colonial cultivation...It's like a JAY-Z OKOJ moment....You got the colonial Juice, of which my informatic work challenges, and yet, I'm the one who upon the rules of the colonial game am crazy, when I highlighted how this entire colonial institutional format is tacitly arbitrary....of which the response is to further embrace the very institutional design I critiqued and then presented an alternative...that's not responding...that's one being bat shit crazy while playing it smarter and normal, which is bat shit crazy on top of bat shit crazy, like reggie watts fuck shit stack squared....

Like Grace Jones YT is on his ass....

I'm just amazed at the laziness and absurdity of this...much like science didn't rely upon language arts....where the aim is focused on a changing relation, a response to a limitation of capacity, first and foremost...but when it's Tong Zi Dan Haterade with a smile...it's cherry-picking ignorance, it's an embrace of the colonial cultivation without informatic response...it's aiming to pretend among informatic method, the imperfection, when the purpose isn't about a holier than though informatic method, but demonstrating a signifance of newer capacity not demonstrated before, of a medium that can dynamically arrange....Just like an artistry that does something different, there is value in that....but when it's Tong Zi Dan pre-WWII in relation to one fo the wrong nature, matriarchy inc....and only he can be attributed...she's merely an accident, and all that is being done, simply creative, even if we are the crew, by even the way these matters emerged, We, the Tong Zi Dan club, are the ones that can't even keep up and so dellusional and hateful we refuse to even admit it....just a creative nothing, and after we erase this cute little unserious ones work, then well, we will be the founders because we are serious, we are the ones who will perfect all under the sun, even if we are full of shit, fake ass smiling to everyone, and complete liars....So none of this colonial cultivation makes sense...and yet, has little to do with the matter of design, of demonstrating newer capacity...I mean, when it's about stealing someone elses work, sure I can follow the need to cherry pick and attempt to make matters confusing and more complicated than they are...you pull up libriatics.org, before any consideration, of that design, of that form changing among informatic relation, that is a difference that makes a difference. No need for nice chat. It's just a matter that isn't complicated. It speaks for it's self upon the visual review...and yet, unles big dick master says it is okay...the bagged go along and act as if this isn't something they haven't seen before...and when the copy cat shop comes out...it will be the first working form of the relation they've ever seen, even though that wouldn't be the case at all. But hey this is the era of she can't pay to play, so fuck the one on the margin over, HE IS...type of matter....again of the colonial cultivation....which yes, can detour in relation to thinking of the informatic, but ultimate, the matter of design is the communication, not the categorical splitting.

Grace Jones, Prince, then pushing matters further

fell off the cliff...not even a cool cliff, like burton...like Thelma and Louise scissoring on the car hood, some evil force written by Stephen King holding down the acceleration, in a hot desert sun...looking forward to going over the cliff...I mean, when your snatch is getting burned, even if the setting is action packed....when Tong Zi Dan bullshit, Green Eggs and Ham is in full effect...it is why having artists like Prince a GJ on the airwaves is important...for cultural reflection, not commercial goosestepping direction.

And when YouTube flags Grace Jones from the 80s....it's soooooo concerning and yet it made rotations on the TV....It's like the sitcom All in the Family...it made rotations and now...unless it's words embodying a performance rather than being among bounded faculty...to speak your mind and it be wrong....it's just too much to risk, so stop being American today, go along to get along, goosestep for your imperial class rising, be the good little subject you know how to be...say it all right....pretend, all the while being real...like being vulnerable as strength, because that makes sense...like in nature...just the other day, saw a squirrel spread eagle, few birds of prey around...I wonder what happened....speak your mind, which isn't the same as spewing forth an outburst of the sentiment, we reason insofar, out of a womb of which we didn't create, so it's a meeting of the mind, among a constituency, among a citizenry, aiming to develop a sustainable rapport so have that critical engagement, not among words as embodied truth (irrational agency), which isn't going to have a consistency basis, but rather a process of interactivity that does something when we are being actually free, among an actual free-society....What that is, who cares, but it does forge actual bonds rather than this new era of the porcelain glass house, dick on expensive shit, nice as ice, coke without the bubbles sweet nothings on the rise shit, dittling the skittle...no bonds, just angels of sweet-nothing in the mirror on the plastic pyramid rise setting everything on fire with no hell insight....not like we haven't been through this before...WHITE LIGHT trolling while preying for all...

Just don't get supremacist allure vibes or a need to be ane embodiment of any sort...just a process, she can bleed...there can be room for doubt....you can put it all out there without a need to define the meaning....just have some fun...let that headspace chill for a bit without letting the sentimental state of irrational agency taking over...so long as one isn't aiming to disengage a meeting of the mind, one can relax...but considering disengagement is the new way of the American Citizen as Subject, as she needs to embody a good performance for the Tong Zi Dan, Sam I am Green Eggs and Ham club...it's not like the headspace gets to chill..it's the irrationalizing play along with the language lent rolling murder disco ball as one speaks in relation....just a killing outright, but with enough steps that the blood spill isn't a crime...and now...for the nice shit for good behavior crowed, by the numbers, it's always praise be the dick on expensive shit...it's oh my life is working out I had a plan the entire time and praise be the dick on expensive shit who made it all possible because I was licking that holy asshole the entire time....it's my life is tough, but I'll get through, cause praise be the dick on expensive shit.....or praise be the dick on expensive shit is a woman hater, but I'm still on this video dressed up like a slut just so my praise be the dick on expensive shit follows my worth...it's petrified patriarchical dick play...how many in his image variations can we possibly have, until we follow, this is culture by the numbers is pure ass. It sucks...I look at what has been going on around the world and the US 80s and 90s, and the new stuff sucks. It's boring. Even when it's good, not typically, it's playing up to norms and appearances rather than challenging the stagnations of a value system that makes the same tired play each and everytime...take the symbols of a previous generations cultural process, mimic the shit, embody in the mirror while gutting out the process...be the in his image version of the artistry you could never be. Again, it's like Tyler the Creator mocking the "read my cell phone" artistry all over the radio that likes to slap a cross on it because if it's not riding in on a expensive shit dick, then folks will quickly follow...my grandmas can fart better than you can sing...no auto-tune...maybe we can get your exciting looking talentless ass a kazoo, lodge that up your asshole...it's like a whole rendition for more than a decade of America might have talent....who knows....when it's so many training wheels surrounding almost every artist how can you really know...Days of Miles Davis....Days of something like Jazz....stations dedicated to artistry of proven process among other artists of proven process, who can flow with something off the cusp exhibiting the fluidity of one's skill sets...it's not like that can't be assessed, but no time for that, after all the market among dick on expensive shit says time is money...which just so happens to prop up puppets on auto-tuned strings rolling marionette masturbation machine...and you've got some interesting activities...and yet it's ice out the matriarchical brought to you by international democracy as a veneery authoritarian networks flowing money through to those sharing in the same Tong Zi Dan piss party...who too are happy to join in and gut out the democratic behavior form the inside out...freezing her off the airwaves a significant part of that process...the musical themes that were repeated decades after WWII that reference matters in relation to written record...all of a sudden are getting scrubbed out by Christian Social Party to Naizism Part II....and yes, the same church bullshit likes to walk into my place of work and talk out of their asses...like one's creativity, and yes there is a lot of creativity....while doing very well in graduate school there was a lot of creativity...while drumming for two decades there was creativity....when developing an approach to informatic modeling, of the western canon, and in relation to collegiate forms of critique there is creativity, in all my higher math classes, like linear algebra, calculus, advanced statistics, discrete mathematics, there was creativity....and that's what you want to emphasize, and you do love to drop the church speak....so creativity wouldn't be a backhand in relation to the ass-antics of the Tong Zi Dan horseshit, cultural movement of more of the same bullshit in the mirror, like superficial diversity, where your manufactured divided is simply there to catch the matriarchical into a dichotomy sandwich that has them killed off among a...it's just so confusing irrationalizing event, of which who do we turn to, but the ones rolling that bullshit, stuck on repeat, ready for the candlelight vigil, the humanitarian gala, the laundering money machines, that intend on banking off her misfortunes, her blood, her marginalizing existence unless one wants a little dabble in dirty money hustle that will float the money washing inc...all of which can be showered among all the loyal sycophants who just love blasting their brains with the white light, in a purr den, celebrating the era of sentiment, and as for how they are being used...who cares....the good fortune just comes out of the sky...the wolf we fleece our master...and as for the blood under the rug...fuck it!

This culture is stiff....Matriarchy locked out since the mid 90s...MICKEY by the numbers freezing the party out, like coke without the bubbles...so sooooo sweet...so soooooo happy.....so soooooooo fucking flat...chem trails the new shit trails...SMILE 4 MICKEY....Patriarchical boredom and beyond....so planned, so exciting, like ripping the bud of a flower and proclaiming everything is in-bloom...the New US....North Korean Gamesa and BEE-YOND....It's all the Buzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.....Zap....into the light....this image is yours.....Still lackluster McFuckster at best...

You're about keeping it real...here ya go by the numbers plastic pyramid rockstars...

When it's so planned and HAPPY....get excited like coke without the bubbles everyone...so now it's tolerate plastic pyramid bullshit...if your ass is boring the money doesn't make it any better...NEXT...it's more of that bullshit waiting room affair, since the insecure need to sit on the lowly masses like they are hatching a fucking Russian Fabergé Egg...This matriarchy type...sure she had the Radio waves for decades after WWII...but now we found our way, straight into the hands of authoritarian money...fuck IT....she's locked out...freeze her out with all the shine you can muster...Patriarchical Bukake and beyond...WHITE LIGHT...

She likes free-society.....orienting toward creative play, of process, vs his boring play of orienting toward supremacist allure, of nice as ice, yeah cool nice, embodiment....disengage the minds at all cost...she is to embody for HE IS, even when HE NOT...bounded faculty anyone? Reasons insofar, out of the womb no one created, bleeding just the same...of citizenry...Oh no it's the KIM JONG UN society for the new imperial house of the rising SON-to-KING cartesian sieve unite...for the new and improved United States, looking the part, behaving entirely different...can't catch her on the radio...those themes scrubbed out for dittle skittle meets dick on expensive shit...welcome to the new real...DNA Simulacra and beyond...so fake it's real fake and that's real...as fake is the foundation....

He wants the Head-Line on her Head-Lights...

No actual risks...no free-form...always making sense....always in control...even as your stunted asses are on a rock spinning around a ball of fucking fire...you got this when you don't...just let the money mirage keep you from the very fears you run from, all the while looking so fucking strong...realized...of a buffet of supremacist allures you can choose from...awesome. Just like the 80s and 90s...and yet, nothing like it at all....just a bag of exploding dicks trying to escape the viagra overload, as the nice as ice machine fails to unload....keep it tight like your grandmas anus of immaculate conception....where the origins of angel hood in the mirror, in his image, derive from a shitless existence....much like one could never emerge from a womb of which they did not create...not it's the imaculate conception poo-snatch that distinguishes the human from the human....oh wait, human, 5 senses, unicorn tapestry...I mean when it's spastic homeric imagination as the new basis of a return to that same sentimental bullshit....an instabilty by design....but no need to even review such matters of discussion...it's this option among the performative...a way to frame deficites...a way to dig deeper and take note of the challenges presented, among minds....running away....The colonial form is here....but what does that mean...has been articulated...but when it's just unserious...and she's no longer en-vogue....by all means imaculate polished puckers....bend over and show us your WHITE LIGHT glory to the holy....

Not on American Rigor Mortis Radio...the numbers...it was totally what made all the bands of the 60s, 70s, 80s, 90s, even though it wasn't....something about once upon a time people with a pulse looking for the good scene that everybody else like with a different kind of sound....always a new sound...always a fusion until we reach the 90s and it's by the numbers lights out...MICKEY HELL....

Dead Head Disco Ball

If not a box, give it to Schrödinger's, put it in a paper...

D.O.G. of course, drag it to the water...DisCOGraphy....A KING-DOM fore....

DOT-SON

SPOT-LIGHT

...The Act...Upon...a need for re-view, enter-view, inter-view...HEAD-LINE...

No Democratic Movements...Just by the Numbers...No Artistry of Process...Just Lyrics off a Cell Phone...Canned...Sweet...no bubbles...just POP of the TOPS....ROT......Radio FREEZE OUT.....Angels in the Mirror Rising Above...SLEEZE OUT

Kill off these matters of process...it's nice as ice nothing, supremacist allure over creative play...no more eggs...Just Platinum...Red Rose entertainment...to cultural messages...just by the numbers "fun" like a North Korean goosestep...She's been banned from the American Radio...brougt to you by Tong Zi Dan, Imperial Rising Sun in the United States....creative play over supremacist allures...oh no...her toys are back in the basket upon her grave...nothing new here...now it's the United States, a complete 180 from the WWII generation...Way to go USA...

Remembering when radio corresponded to festival acts...the internet and the military....so many options...so many obliterative directions...and if it's the artists of process that seem to be locked out of the Radio system...just an unfortunate event...even though it wouldn't inherently be, nor would it likely be. These artists with these differing messages compared to the by the numbers little miss dittle her skittle finding her dick on expensive shit...of which all matters good in life are attributed...very different from a few decades ago. The opposite really, and holding almost exclusive rights to the airwaves.

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