It's Odd
...Adam was self-destructing right after we did a meshuggah, rational gaze, debate case at Georgia state (he wanted to go home, like I would remark among my times in the middle of the woods among violence)...the patriarch measure, brought to you by the father "figure" that likes to reference me with a HAPPY demeanor of "son" fakeness and all, among which even let off a neighbor for killing an entire van of people (wrist slaps for racism, shhh) via calling a judge because they are bike buddies...shhhh....judges and lawyers totally enforce and yet, when it's the client...which my family would be that...SMILE....so anyhow, sure thing, Where the fuck are any of us...dial up kiddy smiles and laugh the night away...figure me out...I don't have that need...she left this lame building a long time ago...so pretend by all means it relegates matters all too well...as usual...think ancient times on repeat....here we are, yet again...and I like elfmans cycle admission...1935...it's known and yet something emerges that allows an opening, even if stuck on repeat...ancient times and beyonce (beyond, though beyonce sounds better)...shhhhhhhhhh...it's all so linear...it's all so new....meaning in relation to lineage memories, in relation to Mike Patton associations, of which I question, there was a lot of hardship, and yet nothing for Adam and myself, not to mention that play of those running the intelligence that would require our stigmatizaton...we could be dangerous after all, and yet that wouldn't be possible...I wonder who took aim in relation to us..again this being attempting to reference as father figure and yet nothing of the sort, smiles and all. I'm not upset, yet, it all started to come together, including when an 8th grade teacher warned my best friend of whom he associates with. He needed to be careful and yet she wouldn't clarify even among oh captain my captain memorization, never heard again until 5th avenue New York city...I guess I couldn't possibly follow among the bliss that has graced this rock spinning around a ball of fire...when a materialized game, this empire of dirt, can affirm like a veil of distortion among the wedded eyes, then who can possibly object. All is well among these earth angels spinning into an infinite hell. I wouldn't want to oppose. Rather, do whatever you like, realize one's among the superficial mirror. It is your cake, and we, the lowly ones, what's left of the icing. There is not hatred in the remark, but the criticism among the assumption remains. Why pretend, when matters sobering sustain...then again, we all, deny it if you will, like that disney play...why fear the mouse when the talking mouse entertains. It's odd. No need to say, just take note of the oddity. There is a talking mouse that you all love, and yet this would be a mouse that talks. How did we ever come to the measure to accept such an event? I doubt we could even figure such matters, as sometimes, the frictions of realization seem too involved to even be alive to such critical meausre. Rather, we just give in...it doesn't have to make much sense, as the effort to even consider seems so....difficult, to find that pulse...we just flat-line while gravitating toward the cloying figure in the mirror, so we can live on a high that flat-lines entirely. I could be wrong, and yet post moments of such...glory...the forced smiles attempting to sustain and yet among the faces, energy fading away...I mean when she doesn't have to exist...so disregard as those connected to her drive the oddities that cannot find harbor among the safe and sound of our given time. She's weird. She's isolated. She's not so accessible. She's among the background and yet, what she does....her creativity.....her connection....shhh....let's carry on....let's pretend...let's run the grid to prop up the imitations of life, while she meets the very erasures that enliven at her expense. Maybe ths means nothing, as she is designated to mean nothing. I cannot find hardship in this. Rather, curiosity and critical measure that remains incessant as we delve further into these...needed considerations I think. Oh my, where was I?
Creative Madhouses
The Talk-Talk, would miss A.G. I can understand the production of appreciation, but this matter, of corresponding to the category, rather than the interactivity between, misses the very basis of endeavor. At some point, the one with that connection, always challenged among the surface, strikes that chord, not so in-need of the eyes, not so in-need of the basis of understanding, endeavors among a relation that challenges the very comfort of such categorical basis. There really isn't a need for understanding in a literal way for this formation. What words could follow as the one finding difficulty relating among the surface contorts and orients minds toward matters, not so insta-friendly. 1800's, there was once a creative madman, and there wouldn't be one among our time? It's simply not possible, and yet, fortunately, thanks to a running familiarity, the fire, of such creativity still breathes. I write this considering even my expansion of key, in relation to my design, of the darker hauntology, and of the brigher voro experimentalism. People like to think, and yet, they fail to question the very construct they use...It's odd to me. To invest one's identity in relation to these matters of surface seems entirely lost to me. Still, I go along and pretend. Not as one being superior or better, but at odds, questioning, wondering, and empathizing with. I'm not too good. Rather, it's just, I find matters in the mirror hard to digest. I suspect A.G. went through the same, and articulated this among his work. Zaha Hadid, I suspect, did this too. She, her firm, from my vantage, have always been brilliant. Too bad, people still fail to recoginize these minds still influencing even after their passing. And it's odd, in the bad times, matters will emphasize the surface, so all will be political, and it becomes this threatening mattter, and, yet, to drop the category and simply step into these built environments, and to consider the influences of one's childhood among these constructs...to consider before there was a language obtained, one was out of a womb with a message, of what this life will be, of which to then work though that and attempt to soothe minds toward something a bit more connective toward, as we pass. This is what I mean. Not so literal, even among the literal. Forget this, simply take note of the kid yet to grasp the categorical splits we call langauge. Take note of how peculiar we truly are despite our plays of normalcy. Meaning there is much more to the story, and design that highlights this entire matter, is, indeed, noteworthy I think.
Just thinking stuff...
When you get it right, do it wrong, rinse and repeat. Failings succeed, successes fail. The failings wouldn't fail. The succeed (a layering of meaning) wouldn't be success. Meaning the interactivity wouldn't involve the mirroring outcome. Think wild strawberries in a field...
Mobius & Non-Universaism
It's just odd, when too many times, incessantly, there is this "bless" matter, without any considerations of bounded faculty, mathematical sublime, etc...or even Derrida's theology, and yet, many are free to have that go at me, and why? I am at work, and once upon a time there was a demanded respect for someone who did what I did, in terms of studies, but not anymore, though it is getting better. Still, even with design, it seems a lot of need to read into matters, of people having their reasons, and yet, when I modeled this language mathematically, I already made clear such a trajectory would be incomplete. The language isn't developed, of a to be continued type of affair. Much like one can find a need to be so literal, in relation to matters, like mathematical sublime, but I wouldn't find a need for these universals. That isn't a rejection, nor is it a lack of understanding, rather it's about asking the right questions, rather than holding answers to the deemed other, which isn't completely stopping. It's happened twice in the past two weeks, but it falls flat entirely with me. We can question matters, much like we can focus on the interactivity between, we can intertwine the to the good requires the bad, to drop the Talk-Talk and consider matters of design. I will likely model here and there, but I must say, when I modeled Guattari, I think the decoded flows codes the machine, invest-invest organs, desire, revolutionary desire, was the closing of the polemics project, and into what i was working on throughout last year quietly, which was plan A, B, and C, of my tapestry project, with decisions that needed to be made in relation to an audience. Plan A was intended on being light-hearted and fun, like my mamaw's kitchen. She had a chartreuse kitchen that was magical, she fed me buttered bread and Spaghettios with sherbet on the side, had a fabulous shag carpet, and would chain smoke in the recliner while I played with my care-bear mobile. It was a car in the shape of a cloud. I thought of plan A as a tribute to Carol King in some kind of way for obvious reasons. More informal and Woodstock. It didn't work. The remark that got to me, was it was all over the place, when I was clear I can design anything. It's more about the decisions in relation, which then, I moved on to the Unicorn Tapestries trajectory. I like that one too! It holds my Edin ties and I think the group will like it. Regardless still, the aesthetic and approach is my approach. Something that I put forth the effort, made the editing decisions, and moved forward with. It's fun. I even bought 2 business books, on the project, which one is fantastic, in that it focuses not on "making money" but more so on how to sustain a voice among such activities. The other one is "making money" but it has more than that, in relation to different approaches to the whole social media chaos and ways to use feeds and emails. I'm not so sure if I would follow the advice though. Even the whole Pinterest matter, I have been slow to start on that, because I'd like everything to be more focused on a study of textiles, rather than buy my stash. I think of Iris Apfel, the mind that even deflected matters of elevation. Bill Cunningham did the same I think. Herb and Dorothy... Meaning, I have a mentality that isn't aimed at attention, but rather connection in relation to the process. We'll see though. There are a lot of earth angels, who with the kindest of considerations, can have any such mentality thoroughly wrapped up into their nice-nothing hell. Meaning, regardless of the work I put in and the approach, and the consideration, I do seem to have a following that would prefer to belittle my activities, narrate what they are, review, and denounce. Sure, I'd like to consider most people genuinely good, but incessant smiling tells all to me. I think most of us want to be good, but to get there, or to exist as an earth angel, doesn't leave much room for the deemed others to exist as good, which isn't so nice. This is what I mean even among the mentality, of embracing these matters of intertwine-ment, contradiction, and being at ease with non-universalism, which again isn't a rejection of universalism. I think too we all want love, but I tend to defer to Bettie Davis' "All this and Heaven too" of the ending scene (or that look as she smells the flower on the movie cover), of a non-literal moment, among the minds desiring the literal confirmation, of which indicates a bit of sarcasm in the title. When you need to know, you know you don't know, you know you know...mathematical sublime, mobius rather than circle? I think of dichotomies like pure and impure, and yet, to be among the gossip. They seemed to be the 2 mobius strips at opposite chirality not so concerned among literal demands and mirror play. Must have been nice. The "Unhollywood" Hollywood "love" scene. It seems even if one desires or considers these things, it's Hollywood love for all now, a regular golden corral of humanity, coupled with any kind of affirming TV show you could possibly imagine. For me, at least I can focus on my oil painting approach, which is coming together quite nicely, wax art, and acrylic open impression too. I'm at that stage where painting moves in a fluid manner, with quick setups, quick transitions, and the ability to shift quickly into differing approaches...something about the harmonies contextualizing space that color the sky a realizable blue. Something that wouldn't involve Hollywood affirmations. Painting though, in terms of interacting among an audience, seems to be...something I want to remain intimate. Not so, public, even though I am someone who enjoys museums and galleries. I want to have a voice in public settings, involving something that I don't want to be so intimate. Meaning, I paint in a way where I enjoy and connect in silence. Think of this like a very different form of entertainment, that, instead of TV, I spend the vast majority of my time doing something like this, though, I do have a guilty pleasure for Real Housewives...Still, after witnessing a tiara fight, I return back to something that is much better than the backlight screen, my paints, my color work, my editing, my projects that work in relation to both public and intimate forum. Life is good; Mobius, Non-Universalism and all, even if, a group intends on figuring out everything I do to simply mock my very existence of help, in such a literal fashion. To be so outward, among one's existence, I would consider what this all means...it must be hell, with a smile. I mean, to win in this world...and yet, there would be people who even follow what it means to exhibit a trajectory, of one's process vs observe, copy, and imitate. One can do that among those who can do whatever they like. I mean, when there is no standard, maybe that "feels" nice for folks, though considering, no, it doesn't. Something else would be driving that behavior, thoroughly disconnected. And yes, you could say I have my reasons, and yet, what did I do? Reason insofar...contributing to the development of language, considering the emergence, like that of the Summeric, Egyptic, etc...as language develops. Culture is one matter and Civilization another. Matters of civilization are useful to the upcoming generations. Specifically, language would be that matter of civilization, of which my work, right or wrong, in relation to a method, the mere representation of a dynamic form of the language development, in relation to dynamic medium certainly does contribute to the further development of civilization. I did that. I know what I did as I moved away from the notion among interactive paradigm. Our language is incomplete among this Talk-Talk, and yet, even as I Talk-Talk, I sign post, and detour in a way, that among those with enough rigor, they can actually open up away from their "know all" absurdity and connect, which includes following how certain behaviors, if they were on the receiving end, wouldn't be at all acceptable, and yet, some are so "free" in applying the behaviors they wouldn't like to receive themselves to others, all the while, professing we should love our neighbor. Things that make you go hmmm...So there is that aspect as well. It is talk-talk, yes, but there is also a walk-walk, among informatic modeling, textiling, art, academics, music projects...so why pretend among insecurity? Why not, live and let live? What does one achieve when the "achievement" is we figured it all out, to embody the one's process? Did you? Emergence is the same as a copy cat play? In what way did this assertion come into being? And this would be the same activity? Disconnected. Moving beyond the absurdity, I remain connected to the mentality of the Iris Apfels of the world, the Herb and Dorothies, the Bill Cunninghams, where a mirror to any and all is an omission. Much like the ending of Bettie Davis film, among that title. To get it...To actually connect. It just seems, there indeed is a grouping, that needs me to disappear, with all the smiles, with all of the underhanded play, with all of the disengagement they can muster. I can't control them. I have to focus elsewhere, and I have...and it doesn't seem to sit well with them. When I consider matters of disconnect, I suppose the literal assertions in relation to me can help. So there is a need to hold a mirror to me? I'm not the first, nor will I be the last. Why this need? Assuming, there is even an awareness of the behavior, which considering what I have observed, couldn't actually be assumed, but when you know, even when you can't know what you don't know, hey, you know! The Universal, like the circus, has arrived, and you, the top hat among the rings. I'm painting...and developing in relation to something that would differ. Who needs to be good or right, when there is a genuine sense of connection. Granted, there is television's the road to self-realization, much like copy cat plays of observing an emergence, and treating the mimicry as the same endeavor, which doesn't even touch on one even recognizing the fact they wouldn't respect or appreciate someone treating them that way, and yet to a deemed other, totally fine. Why? What, within you, or lack thereof, makes that permissible? Again, there is this disconnect, among literal know all mentality, which wouldn't involve the symbolism of the Mobius or my practice of Non-Universalism, or even my work with the language arrangement that asserts this form of knowing remains without full development, and yet we know all, including knowing all about this deemed other "who knows it all!" How so? It's not going to be about me. This wouldn't be a polemic of the past. Rather, the language remains without a full development, so the basis of claim in that sense that inspires a need to act upon, to assert, to gossip about...I remain curious. How did this come about? Considering what has changed today, why this comfort, in pretending the current form of language achieves some form of universalism? And yet, there is such a need still to bless me, among personalities, who find it easy within them to be so loving in that way that isn't so loving. How did this, ever, come to be?
Cell Phones & Human Trafficking.
Not to say it is inherently the case, but when one is among their place of work and one wants to hold a discussion and immediately as we talk, they start playing with their cell phone...hmmm...and it has gone on for a duration, and of course, me being me, I'm here to give such personalities the worst embodiment I can possibly give. Lights, cameras, action...stack the files loves. Run the anecdotes. Do whatever you like, to the guillotine and beyond...it's not like I have a status or stature, so surely this will be all just fine, as a certain group enlists the goosestep to run on that collection. Yep. I think of that pattern pre-holocaust, where artists, many of whom, were even successful in terms of industry, were anectdotally characterized, filed into mental institutions (mental health of course is the top concern for the all-smiles earth angel). Of which, like my best friend, who was treated to what was clearly a damaging shock therapy, it is amazing how a group, so concerned, so focused on collecting anecdotes and certain among irrational methodology they can overturn official record, or even communications of one following thise nice-nothing, earth angel, underhanded moves, that seem so nice and positive, and yet nothing of the sort. So collect the anecdotes loves. Attempt the formation to have me in you concerns, that just so hapen to foster the very permission you need for what you desire, matters that arent' so kind. Much like this pattern that has persisted, that even lead up to the Holocaust. Again, the artists, these personalities emphasizing process over irrational embodiment. They don't keep it tight, but rather they emphasize process and explore, and among the intellectual types, when the irrationalists goosesteps their way, agsian, lights, camera, action, it will be their very own cabaret, so record it, video tape it, and pretend. Massage the event and use the event. Rinse and repeat. Stack. The. File. Stack. The. Anecdotes. Push toward the anecdotal characterization that portrays an artist and an intellectual type as mentally unstable, even though there wouldn't be a sound basis to the activity (including that assumptive measure of one not being cognizant of that play when they are), which among the logical types, the irrational-method despite good word sharply falls suspect, especially considering those who still remember the behaviors that lead up to the Holocaust. So it's the artist that has mental issues? Is it? A coworker recently asserted this, in that kind nice-nothing manner, and yet, that wasn't so nice, and was certainly aimed at something. Much like the artists filed into mental institutions before pre-WWII, of whom, many were commercially successful, with lists of anecdotal record, and then finally in the name of humane care, which was listed as part of the policy measure, to assist those who can't seem to irrationally embody in a way deemed normal, well, they shall be freed from society, by being killed in C02 chambers, of pre-WWII germany. The pre-death camp that manifested into outright genocide. So when I have a nice discussion among a smiling face, swiping their phone almost immediately as we start talking, among the many, that wouldn't be typical when conversing, and yet, it happens often. Now we could say, that maybe there is music on, or maybe they are listening to the game in their earpods, and that is why they are swiping the phone, and yet, even people who seem not to have ear buds in swiping their phone? It may or may not be the case. I don't suffer in some kind of dreaded worry about it, but I question the oddity of this, in relation to what has been even in the headlines, of this sharp spike in human trafficking, of which I have to consider what has significantly changed in such a short duration to faciliate this. The smart phone makes sense. It's an easy impromptu intelligence report of anecdotal irrationality, and among those preferring others to goosestep just because it makes them "feel" good, it is the perfect strategy among hermetic jibe. Record the conversing, collecting the anecdotes, portray the racist characterization, and leave all such underhanded matters undisclosed to this one now to exist no longer as US citizen but a networks version of Mickey as they traffick them among the "good word" and violently righteous order. In the meantime, my commercial art project is starting to take shape. I'm quite happy in life actually, and I think if one even follows my artistic endeavors they get that too. When one's rigors are coming into fruition, which I did this with music and academic explorations, and now art, it's a good time. Life is good. Consider this, you have something on your face, maybe on your shirt, on your ass, and everyone smiles and says nothing. It's a service industry trick. Earth angels are so eartly angelic. They say nothing. They talk. Smile. Love, and yet that measure of poor embodiment disengaged, and yet the mind can't even figure out what that means even in relation to democratic behavior. Interesting. We all do it to some degree, but when you up the anty. So kind. So nice. Shall we all cross our fingers, hope to die, stick a needle.... Much like when one is so literal and arrogant among their ignorance to follow matters that they have yet to follow...I mean when you know, it wouldn't be about questioning matters at all, and yet, questions remain. Much like a basis of understanding on mere sentiment, wouldn't distinguish matters human from animal. I mean it is simply the nice version of green lighting a group of dimwits to irrationally react to the environment and strike up the next death camp in the name of earth angel accord, which being that, earth angels, like to be the honey to bee stings, I mean, when you are the honey, it certainly leaves those you tacitly establish as hated (though the earth angel could NEVER hate a soul, why would they do that) in a place that isn't so kind, but if we can just achieve a seeing is believing society, then the air we breath, these processes of behavior do not need to exist. So it's in ironic fashion, eyes on all of this niceness, and yet, behavioral design requires eyes off, and mindful tracing, of noting the interactions between. Much like elevating the subject, like treating one to a position of paragon, the elevation of subject (which does well for violence), wouldn't be so kind either, but among the earth angels, an innocent mistake I would imagine. I mean, when everything can be so nice and happy at the surface, and yet, that pattern of written record, tracing behaviors still do matter, especially considering that would be the measure to address things like human trafficking, including cell phones being used to collect anecdotes that foster the very ability to traffick someone, and when you are gunning for someone with a record like mine which may or may not be the case, but I have to wonder, in terms of the peculiarity of this incessant need to play with a cell phone as we talk. Seems like earth angel criminality is fully empowered these days. I could be wrong? Much like my faculties are bounded, which differs from someone running around with a mathematical sublime and pretending to hold the answer for that of which they do not create...but they know, and the authorities empower them now to irrationalize those of such official record. The integrity of the institutional form is certainly in-question still. For example, what would be the consequence for unsolicited recording, and even passing recordings outsided of a given organizational forum. Is everyone too busy? Is that just not a thing to do in this hollowing nice-nothing form of democracy as a glass house breaking. I mean, when it is glass. When it's a lot of gloss...
Do though, cross-apply reasons in so far, and maybe Deleuze...Decoded flows Code the Machine. I wouldn't hold antagonism obvioulsy. I do question a lot though, especially when among these knowers, including the form of knower that knows they do not know...Glass....and where that leaves democratic endeavor? Just ponderings, of a certain context, in relation to what seems to be an awareness the artists is not venturing out into something that might be a bit more...problematic for the interests of the earth angel order. Again, I could be wrong, and I do like to think good of people, but that doesn't preclude a need to question, especially when it's all smiles. What would this interactivity between, actually mean, regardless of the joyous moment in the mirror...I think of that Residents song...with the lyrics "here I come constantinople" with a body falling out of the sky. It isn't to say that is the case, but I am critical as we enjoy a moment in happiness, and considering the existing patterns of behavior in the United States, and the behaviors that lead up to the last round of death camps, I would hope there are more personalities willing to turn the eyes off for a time of substance, mind on, and consider and trace these odd behaviors. If something was on your face and no one said hey, what's up? If you did that multiple rounds, and simply smiles and disengagement? And that is what proper behavior is for the new and improved adult as US Citizen? It doesn't add-up. The process and flow of information would be the foundation. The habit would be, hey what's that on your face. Much like, to talk, wouldn't inspire one to play with their cell phone, as they talk, and if there was music or a sports show and one was turning the phone off, the behavior seems different than say, one attempting to record in an inconspicuous manner, and yet, that attempt of being inconspicuous becomes somewhat conspicuous, no? Who knows?
Still, the interactivity between. A body falling out of the sky. Human Trafficking. Cell Phones. Glass. Possibly maybe, possibly no, but to question does seem to inspire the continuation of one as a process...and sometimes I do like to consider these critical matters, that tend to work in relation to my art. It's a healthy exercise.
P.S. Cross apply the mobius strip in relation to dichotomy frameworks and the relations of contradiction in relation to this colonial form....something about the non-literal and matters of the design itself...
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