When someone strategically...and it was...of which one of a Royal network would already have known, as the event was forced...and I paused...Should I do something that would embody something safe and sound, or simply make a term of common courtesy, which has nothing to do with political allegiance, considering, I'm not at all among a nature that corresponds to patriarchy, aka Constantinople, at all, by design....should I say be in good health, of some type of term like that, maybe a German word...but I'm from the prison colony of Georgia...we grew up with the courtesy term of bless you which wasn't about patriarchy or being blessed. It was simply a courtesy term, not even of centuries past of the soul escaping. No. Ethonocentric bigotries aside, it was simply a courtesy, bless you. Not bless your heart, which is a derogatory, but rather among the cultural subtleties of the area, my area, the area I grew up in, and you didn't, a courtesy, of which, I reluctantly did say...with a pause beforehand...bless you, knowing how the classist bigotry play can be used. We shall see. That is, considering the finest of all manners in grad school, I seriously doubt there is much room for hope, other than the given a damn in the mirror, that doesn't actually give a damn. So, I pause, say it, and let that spin play among the look like we give a damn crowed goes into action. They have a new traction they manufactured yet again, all with a smile, all with the best intentions, and with a candlelight vigil pre-typed when the blood spills. It's so sad what is happening. We care so much, in the mirror, and yet all of the hell keeps happening, all of our help just keeps missing the bill, among hands conveniently falling short, but look at these angels in frame, among the camera...it's all seeing is believing right...so naturally, the one's winning big had the plan, had the drive, had the heart, and as for the underhanded measure that set the entire matter up...shhhhh.....just go for what looks nice, and for get what's to come in relation...no cost at all for these nice things in the mirror. It is simply to be held at face value, like blue paint striving to paint the harmonies that contextualize space that color the realizable sky blue...no the paint is the new blue, and you, the new and improve blue Monday...How does it feel! Fuck it, smile bitch. This is your time to shine, like it or not. You are the winner in frame...this is your empire, this is your dirt...smile fucker. And I'm okay in produce...much like I'm okay if I'm in a van, etc...I lived next to a castle, and preferred the water on the castle window...even among the world's elite, they follow what I mean. They too, as the one's always on target for those that strive to arrive, follow what I mean. I mean, when it's you minding your own and then you are beheaded because...I don't know...chocolate cheesecake, tourettes, something off-base, irrational, of shit's fucked up so fuck, kill the fucker, even if we don't know the fucker type of thing...and the the generations beyond, keeping it mirror, mirror, and as for her mad eys, sure thing, loves...she's entirely mad...there is a consensus and it is easy for you, so fuck it...entirely out of line of what happened to your line among the hell, but your angels in the mirror...so it's easy to shine now and all without ever acknowledging the cost, right? Not to say that is the case, but when ecased with such fine fucking manners...should we all pretend? You have the best of intentions and the best of wishes to all...like Disney World, and yet something about the path it all paves...like seeing is believing precluding the air we breathe...it's not logical, but when it is the era of easy...fuck it right? Smile. Good manners. Impromptu assessment of the impoverished one, materially that is, of which is all that is impoverished among this given time...you are the inside to the one that is on the outside, and lilith, and that tradition...when it's a needing of the minds among the mirror...shhh....she's simply something fictional of the generations past...clearly her entire existence was a manufacture of the map...and we've got the latest and greatest of all map innovations, so here we are to remain entirely in charge, in power, and in that way...it's totally going to work out.....no need to call out the corruption when it's a new and improved new clothes universal...shhhhhhhhhh......what comes around will never occur again, and yet, it does...all the time...but shhhhhhhhh....smile.........we've all got this,on the map inc...but of shit....LLC....yet again. If not a band-aid, then a rainbow flag...kittens and unicorns for all...fuck the blood smeared, just shine fuckers...all day every fucking happy day to no end....Great fucking world....
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Oh poooh... I am writing the company exploring the relationship in relation to certain events going on with the company....my email has clipped everything out of order. It's never done that before, but I mean...well, when she knows too much. Maybe? So I guess I'll just post it here in order instead, not all information but some of it.....
Wendy-to-Wendy....a last note
And I do look at this managerial porn and note these shocks to the system...It's like the perfect shiny apple...the irony, among matters never what they seem. When one sees the opening, oh my. These helping hands, into this world, into the labyrinth, and I mean if you happen to pass by a castle...good luck! I think of taoism, to get to the good one goes through the bad, full-circle. I think of the contortions of that circle, like a mobius strip. I think of mobius strip to mobius strip. I think of the interactivities between and that mobius strip paired among the mobius strip with opposite chirality.
Step right up!
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No More ::BRIDGE::
Redrum....Redrum...Finger I Down....Finger I Down ...Finger Eye Down ...eyes have to the symbologies in the mirror, I saw it on the candle, HE IS, embracing the universal (that struggle, color swatches to the water-check board), hollowing out, making a wish on that truth cake...123)...Meanwhile, she's making a Swish...Candles Out...What just happened here? Can we map it out?
50/50, and this is art to Art, not ART, yet
Upon revealing an initial project, half were like leave it as it is...others were like, let me know when you finish. Which, a lot of people aren't going to even get elegant decay. It's like living in NOLA, and serving, and I remember serving a lady from Boston. She hated NOLA and it was her first day. She said it was so dirty and unkempt. I found a lot of humor in that. Meaning, the issues were dirty brick, vines and vegetation growing out of the buildings, and yet, that is part of the charm of the city. In fact, a lot of people from all over the world come to be around a place that embraces elegant decay, and it's not simply a term I coined. It's a known matter, and yet, there are few places that appreciate that kind of thing. So when I get a half split on it, I'm happy with that. It's a divided audience, which reads much better than the sugary pretty little impression thing, that people enjoy and yet, it's a valueless type of thing. It's pretty, but it doesn't have a voice. I'll still do some of that, but it's something that I don't take so seriously, even if it looks so...impressive for the visual at the surface. I'm not interested in the surface. I'd much rather have grime and decay. It's why I did some post after the art post...to kind of delve into why I'd prefer to be Drab. The surface is purely fucking evil. If I'm signing off on something physical, I'd much rather have it in relation to something that gets the mind to open up...so okay, it's unfinished it seems. In what way does one assume it is unfinished. Maybe it isn't polished, like a brutalist form of architecture? Maybe the walls need more paint, rather than offering something a bit more sobering, why? What is being satisfied with all that gloss and perfection. It's where I get into Ron English and Kara Walker, and there play on this Disneyfied aesthetic system. Much like commercial juxtaposed with decay, of something always presented with these sterilized presentations, encountering formations found in nature. A lot of presentations I grew up with had aspects of elegant decay, and it was something always appreciated. I think there are people who just don't get it, and others who do. I'll take that kind of response. No sense in being everything to everyone. It's to be DRAB, not HAPPY, or PRETTY PRETTY. I have decor projects that can be pretty, but again, it's not Art, it's at the surface, and most often, voiceless by design. Even among ART, the stuff I gravitate toward, is frictional in some way, where it is far removed from safe acceptable convention and offers elements that wouldn't play into notions of ease. I think of Piss Christ for example, where it is beautiful, and yet, the process finds people having strong responses, and yet that response is in relation to the process. To me that's always been a good example, of what makes artistry effective. It's more likely the form will have people responding to the visual at the surface. That's not so effective. That is my elegant decay work. The process isn't so interesting, in relation to the visual. The visual, seems interesting enough, but the process, is simply what one would expect, to paint, and that's that. Granted I will do informatic stuff in the future and that changes. Still, this is what I consider of at least offering some friction in some type of way, if not the process, at least the visual. Something to disrupt that safe and sound, at the surface mentality, that tends to predominate when we even mention the terms art, Art, ART. Damien Hirst, when there is a dissection involved does this, as I have seen these works in-person, and unlike a lot of works, the responses are strongly impacted. It's not eyes, but to see the innards on display, of this internality, when culturally, the West, emphasizes this comfort and almost exclusive desire for the externality. Even fucking isn't commonly involving large public bath houses, but rather anything to do with bodily fluids or internals is often residing within heightened layers of spaces private/away from a shared view. No other pieces in the area where his work was being displayed in New York were doing that. Piss Christ I think would be a good pairing, simply to note how people would reflect in relation. What I remember, was viewers quickly surprised, quickly moving back to matters of externality...which I think gets back into the works of Kara Walker and Ron English and how that cultural conditioning plays into a safehouse for violence.
Maybe at some point I will go from Art to ART. I already think that will be given, in that the informatic, I want to run, with the slogans, painted in this elegant decay fashion, where there is this rustic, folk, aesthetic with a subject matter that is more institutional in terms of the processes used. I haven't seen that, and it's something that is entirely me. Growing up on a dirt road...and then somehow attending school in Scotland, living next to a castle, studying in relation to a degree, and experimenting with this new type of affair, academically, termed as informatics...and no, it's not computer science, which focuses on categories, but rather, a differing emphasis of information arrangements, and that split makes sense, just like in chemistry and physics. These fundamental ways of adhering to a particular conceptualization, and building up from that notion. Information as a single scientific discipline doesn't make much sense, consider we can work from different fundamental conceptualizations of information itself. So yes, there will be multiple disciplines and informatics, the studies that emphasize the newer ways information can be arranged, would differ from information as categorical splits. There is likely disagreement and debates, as usual. I'm not seeking to focus on winning any kind of debate, rather it's simply using the informatic arrangement, to develop folk art signage with in-depth works, such as the works of Baudrillard, Focault, Derrida, etc... Imagine that. This Howard Finster, art fair type of aesthetic with signage working among an informatic method with sayings that are entirely institutional. It is me. It's not this desire to be unique moment. No, it is simply adhering to what i grew up with, and my process, all the way through graduate school in Scotland. It will be unique, but it's not to be unique, it's just be, as I am, which is indeed going to be distinctively unique. Again, I grew up on a dirt road...I would eat boiled peanuts every Sunday. It wasn't wholesome. It was kind of drab, but the folk art was cool, the fruit stand(s) were interesting, considering the products were often random, like tomatoes with Mr. T Whoopee Cusions, strange fruit drinks from the phillipines, cracklin and cornbread, boiled peanuts, no name candies, with the common affair, like bazooka, wrigleys, mars candies, etc...there was very little around, not even a McDonalds. It's not like that now, the area is less than an hour away from the world's busiest airport, so I wouldn't really say I'm "small town." By middle school all my friends changed entirely from being local, to being from all around the country primarily, and some around the world, UK primarily. I think this makes me a hybrid of some sort, like an AmeriScoodle. I did live in Scotland enough...and the primarily influences I have are international, even thought he first decade was absolutely southern and highly isolated. It just doesn't make sense growing up in that way. I don't recommend it, but the whole oddity of that kind of influence I think does hold interest, for some at least. It's a schizoid backdrop, like a novel written by W. Faulkner and C. Barker. Maybe? A disjointed cultural clashing of sorts, not immersed entirely in but outside to the inside, of both, wondering type of matter...only not as an adult, but rather as someone growing up. We go from dirt roads, fruit stands, very little around in terms of shopping and food, to olympics, airports, unis, travel around the country, living in Europe, living around the US, music, academics, art...it's off-beat and jarring, much like my preferred aesthetic, Howard Finster speaks the same language, in terms of aesthetic presenation, but the ideas I work from, including informatic methods...again off-beat. Institutional oddity at best, but it is the design reasonating in relation to these influences. I will be unapologetic about this. These are simply the influences I had. It might be weird. It might be unifinished to some. I can't care about this. I'm not here to be everything to everyone. Some will get it, others will not. It's just how it is for all of us. And the words can't really get to the aesthetic approach. It's just something we can hang on the wall that does a better job at articuling this process....more stuff, on the way.
And it seems there is this prove yourself type of attitude, but I already have. Let me know what you've done in terms of process, and the levels you have taken matters, if that's the attitude. People who follow where I have been, already know, he doesn't have to prove himself at all. Additionally, in terms of art and design, I have demonstrated a range, that can go from detailed and commercial to something that is rustic and non-commercial. So I do find intrigue, when certain personalities, not even knowing my range, will run with the rustic approach in a way that serves ill intent. It's not a lot, but it's there. I just can't relate to that type of energy, especially when one hasn't done the first thing in terms of process at any rigorous level. I'm realizing that's insecurity, and it's something that considering where I have been, I don't need to create barriers, as it is simply a waste of energy. Rather, if anything, maybe find ways of encouraging, or at the very least, empathizing with the attitude. I think that aspect to an audience will always be there for everyone. And maybe someone just has a different approach to life. That's not what I mean, by insecurity. People who simply want to enjoy something aren't going in that direction. It seems, people who want something in terms of process, and yet, they haven't but that work in, seem to be the culprits. Not all, but just certain personalities where no, it's not intended to be anything other than a parochial, closed-off, mentality, tinged with resentment and insecurity. Again, it's there for everyone I think. It's just something you take in with the good. I guess. I just don't really know what the approach would be, but being an asshole doesn't make much sense. People are free to think whatever they like. People are free to be assholes. They are not the focus of my process.
Universals? Questioning? Why bother when we can pretend!
...Puzzling evidence...
Like pin the tail...Espresso machiato, turn, turn, turn...here's the task....here's the wall...stand tall...easy to feel good this way...with so many shiny things surrounding...there's little time...lights, camera, action...I am ready for my close-up Mr. Demille...a world of selective togetherness...holding everything together...Russia vs Ukraine...Palestine vs Israel...nothing in-between...Just watch the news...the area hitlist preplanned, among the in-between all caught up in the cross-hairs, poor dears, bleeding hearts, into the hell yet again, dichotomy sandwich serving poor dear meat....This side, that side, in-between....shhhh...there's uh...no in-between....um....just a clean cut dichotomy....no one is caught in-between, we promise....poor dears were toward the process...2 sides arm and arm, embodying the superior performance weren't having it....spin the intelligence, take some pictures, run the good word...blood hits the soil....they will be back to the supremacy of allure in the mirror...dead or alive...as living death or death living...Mr. Demille! ...and we were kids. We were given these puzzles...it was fun... puzzle after puzzle...a game of sorts...fitting everything together...it had an impact...then we were offered an opportunity to fly overseas...maybe hangout in places like Moscow...make some plans...select some areas...then fire up the news rotation....go back to a pew...see the other cute little kids....playing with puzzles....bored among the laundering joys...Dearly beloved, we are gathered here...the world, it's such a terrible, violent world...and here we are, like herbie, invisible driver, finger never lifted, basking in the light of these fine offerings...as for what floats the laundering machines...as for how all the money is being made....like pin the tale, tall or small...Espresso Machiato hasn't the time, and when all those roses are to be red...it's a lot of work...and the kingdom is pretty and shiny...POP....POP.....POP....Sugared up, Hollowed out, Off the cobb...This just in, making the head...lines....laundering be fly...blood under a 9 lives rug...fat cat purrs for a venus in fur...red rose...wolves in sheeps' clothing, dressing sheep in wolves' clothing...on that soul train rise...spritzing the red away...pink sands...la playa's inc...come out...the water is warmed up...nice and cozy...no lightning strikes in sight...forget the full-circle...come on, come on...don't be shy...enjoy...these pretty little things...no cost, just enjoyment...let this be your celebration....to realize who you are, in this moment...no one will follow you at the surface...all will be there with you. after all, that is what you see...sea foam, mouth foam...it's all the same...come on! The table is set! Let's get to know one another. We are all just the same, don't you want to play? It's the summer of love, love, love. Shiny happy people....arm and arm....come fly with us. Come on. Have some flowers for those bee stings. Be honey like us. It will make you feel better....we promise....fingers hidden, crosses bearing all. All is well that looks well. Follow our lead. No shock to the system at all. Come on...you got this!
When die-mo(u)nds are your very best "friend"
Dr. Feel Good Congrats to all. Your absolutely making it. Just slap a cross on it and fuck off with everything. You got the formula. Get it today.
White face has got the numbers baby...
We are all, mutherfukn' free baby...
Get your mirror today baby. Roll with it, origins unclear, live it up like la vida "local" baby, like a tambourine. You ain't Universal? You ain't Worldwide? Bitch who are you? Thriving! Like force-fitted manners. Got it. Keep smiling with that shit...Like you gettin' somewhere. Paycheck in the bank, while banked. Why even fucking pretend? High energy for the stringed. Say a little prayer, that sinful melody. That dance move, like a lightning strike? Be that paycheck on strings. Be America's Mirror. Fight without the guns and bombs, cause you a warrior, right!?!?!? Strive! Mirror, Mirror. I mean, smile, fuck! Selling THAT cup! Arise... Dead bodies smiling on the escalator. 1 plus 1. Heart bleeding on that thick as water plan. Baptizz-dismal plan. Nothing, in-between. Get your fake shit today. Smile BIG, baby. Emerald City Lights, got folks on the coloured plan, but we can pretend! P.R.E.T.E.N.D. Rise up in that fucked up kinda way. We got you! No process, just in the mirror, face on paper, in the image of, safe and sound. Oh CAP..tain. Tainted love. The marketable. Pennywise SUGAR & CIGARS, Cigarillos, like brillo, like a briar patch hatch, Br'er Rabbit. Gossamer Girls. Can't kick the habit? Science to the rabbit. Down the hole. In what way, that way, let's sleigh! Let's warm up to what can happen, again, and again, and again. Why should matters be so serious? Who cares where one has been and what they have done. Just listen to the sweet songs in the mirror, and fuck off with the rest. The love fuzz fuck fest will save, like Camus as a killer. To be THE stranger. Never, never, for the clever. Smile.
He's so fresh and so clean. She burning. Go for the win!
Keep it white face, and it's all good baby (This kingdom awaits):
The sky backdrop saves. Cherry blossoms and on the way to language...oh my.
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