Tar--eers, Fo--ssilized, Car--eers
There is just so much around for us to enjoy...it's living...Urania to Pandemos...so much to learn...start with the books...
The Numb-ER-sss save...Hot Cross....Buns...one a penny, two a penny, tupper-tuppence....ruby slippers in the air...rocket like you just don't care...Fly High gerrr........frosted flakes inc...tiger in a box...go for it!....Decoded flows code the machine....invest, invest in social organs, desire, revolutionary desire...good job angels! Tuppence, 2 cents, copperhead dread.......Copper Topper....like body tonight...Chicks & Models...so many options, so free, under a disco light...this could be love (shaken bacon...G...G...G-wagonER HIgh rISe, make the grade -- get your ticket & supplies -- through the gate)...Shake, Shake, Shake...cock and tail on parade...You got the Golden Ticket....You got the beat of your very own time to shine....White light Super Freak....White light once in a lifetime....White light mind fuck....Here's a cave...here's a disco ball...here's the shadow show language up and running...here's the labyrinth...everything seems to be on course (a recollection) ...let's chat...we are all just the same...face value is your value...just look and see....pretend...Under-State2Stand-Tall....That's all....Enter...our access gives you VIP access to the "Stand Tall Smalls" cave wall projector cinema....She's got the look....fair as the mourning air, like a virgin....
Night School
So someone asked what I didn't know...which is a church play, btw...reason for the season...splits upon static medium, of opposites, etc...not even among considerations of bounded faculty or method...of which I remained silent, among considerations of the informatic layer and dyanmic medium (emergent and opening up)...it's a newer institutional form...it will, eventually, not even require the colonial language...the language we use, including these splits as I write upon static medium...of a construct that isn't without challenge, though a Church wouldn't want people to follow such matters...and it's not an attack on any of these matters...It's just this failure to connect with what has changed...a certain avenue has that reputation, and certain higher ups would be well in-tune to this. It's in reference to Libriatics...of which the specific method wouldn't be the point, rather the formations in relation to dynamic medium that can work with a newer symbology that establishes real-time tacit knowledge...I will be ignored though, considering certain matters of patriarchical disrespect of which even such a notion is to be disengaged, and this isn't to antagonize either...it's simply this pattern considered...and the response can be vicious, but it's nothing shocking...my alma mater has that frictional existence traced for quite some time now...I mean when a student can be hanged to death. It helps cultivate a particular mentality of what to expect if one experiments and innovates...and of course if it's performatives and art...it could be a call for one's mental well-being by those playing it up normal and angelic in the mirror...kind of like the Pre-WWII artists who were opted in to a death chamber program that pre-dated the Holocaust. The policy, on record, was for the humane care of those who can't seem to make it in society. Good times!
I'm waiting for it...the clever...the smarter...how do you know all of this? Please, lazy minds, get off your mental asses and return to informatic layers and the rigors of method please...and those who just want to lurk about and laugh at this crazy shit...Welcome! It's like the 80s, even if a crew in power is desiring we exist as a veneer of democracy...a veneer of fun...a veneer of hate (which is love, mirror-mirror, he doesn't even like you...but he LOVES you, all without offering insight into this fine construct...shhh...) it's lame as hell....but when you have FAME...cuntissimo...LAME FAME....FAME LAME....TAME if we are to be sooo nice and sycophantic. #Gotsocialmedia #Smile
Bohemian Wrapsody
If she's not a pron addict, a SUPER-MON (from the islands), and if not well this performative...when we smile and give "wine talk" she's negative....it doesn't really matter what we do...as long as we smile and play nice, and any and all interactions, we take one disrespectful direction, regardless of the intent of her attempts...I mean, LOOK, isn't this negative....or is it performative...is it, free society.....is it bohemian....expressive....and why would you walk up to someone as a network incessantly and timed in a way that is disrespectful....it doesn't matter when you are protected among the GREAT....stripes in a box....sugar flakes on parade...do what ever you like...as for what it all means, all matters would be statistically possible and the assertion remains being not facts but what may or may not be the case...and yet, a group goes in one particular direction while playing nice in the mirror...which isn't so nice by design....and would this be the words of embodied truth or of a bounded faculty? To even hold a consensus would require a meeting of the mind, but if embodied truth, which isn't rational, including the embodied truth of the category of your words, then no, a meeting of the mind wasn't established...so what may be, might be, and yet as a group united, that solidifies what is, even though the method is irrational....and among the critical considerations, this may be the case or not...but in terms of concepts for art, and informatics in relation to art....of this work on abstract configurations, of physical painting...it works!
Which I do have my art going, and this will involve the bridge, a temporary launchpad of sorts...just for initial informatic art concepts...I also have my decor project, which I consider this with a conversation involving a coworker. He said all things are beautiful. I said there could be room for doubt. He seemed to like that. I don't think we agreed. I liked that. Then I noted that I like Decor, Illustration, and Art, though my expectation for art differs from Decor. I don't want a pretty little thing. It's not denouncing the pretty stuff we hang on a wall; Rather it's delineating what I would expect from something considered art. I wouldn't want a like or dislike, but rather a challenge in some way, some form of friction, where it's just hard to make a call and keeps someone there for more time then they were expecting. I don't think Pretty establishes that. With that said, I will return to my decor stuff twice a year. Here is the first half of Tapestry Caravan. It takes, obviously, prep for this project so, I schedule it then start releasing designs. If there are purchases so be it. I'm not so focused on that, just the process, and the interactivity with complex geometric design. Like running on the elliptical, if you run? It's more of a ritual practice that pushes the mind away from the mirror. It's an enjoyable experience, but I live in the United States...it's going to be Marilyn Monroe whether I like it or not, and I've come to accept that. I like Bohemian Rhapsody...but our culture is Bohemian Wrapsody...if we can wrap it in cellophane we will. All avenues, the newer, the shinier, the happier (sentimental elevations) the better. I don't reject it, but my design doesn't do well with the onslaught, among personalities that if this were there version of sesame street they would goosestep onto the block and then exile Oscar while setting his apparatus of introversion on fire, the CAN...among incessant calls for how are you, solicted at the same time, even as someone sees you are talking to someone else...because that's respectful, and that's so much fun....but who does that, I'm an angel, this is all so oblivious...he's always so negative....look, there's suffaluffagus, let's snuggle fuck this bastard....like an episode of barney meets the teletubbies, turn it up so we juxtapose the can dweller as Resputin...(I wanted to play the song). When we are done striving to work through are differences that reinforce differences, Checkerboard Inc...maybe we can get to this trippy ass shit...OutKast kids have always been around...and typically the wildest we put on the front porch...then the US turned into a lame as convent and New York the Big Applebees...take your grandma there today...wtf? But the steeple creeple switched their notes...Super Man got called out, so now she's a neg-urtive....
Which I do have my art going, and this will involve the bridge, a temporary launchpad of sorts...just for initial informatic art concepts...I also have my decor project, which I consider this with a conversation involving a coworker. He said all things are beautiful. I said there could be room for doubt. He seemed to like that. I don't think we agreed. I liked that. Then I noted that I like Decor, Illustration, and Art, though my expectation for art differs from Decor. I don't want a pretty little thing. It's not denouncing the pretty stuff we hang on a wall; Rather it's delineating what I would expect from something considered art. I wouldn't want a like or dislike, but rather a challenge in some way, some form of friction, where it's just hard to make a call and keeps someone there for more time then they were expecting. I don't think Pretty establishes that. With that said, I will return to my decor stuff twice a year. Here is the first half of Tapestry Caravan. It takes, obviously, prep for this project so, I schedule it then start releasing designs. If there are purchases so be it. I'm not so focused on that, just the process, and the interactivity with complex geometric design. Like running on the elliptical, if you run? It's more of a ritual practice that pushes the mind away from the mirror. It's an enjoyable experience, but I live in the United States...it's going to be Marilyn Monroe whether I like it or not, and I've come to accept that. I like Bohemian Rhapsody...but our culture is Bohemian Wrapsody...if we can wrap it in cellophane we will. All avenues, the newer, the shinier, the happier (sentimental elevations) the better. I don't reject it, but my design doesn't do well with the onslaught, among personalities that if this were there version of sesame street they would goosestep onto the block and then exile Oscar while setting his apparatus of introversion on fire, the CAN...among incessant calls for how are you, solicted at the same time, even as someone sees you are talking to someone else...because that's respectful, and that's so much fun....but who does that, I'm an angel, this is all so oblivious...he's always so negative....look, there's suffaluffagus, let's snuggle fuck this bastard....like an episode of barney meets the teletubbies, turn it up so we juxtapose the can dweller as Resputin...(I wanted to play the song). When we are done striving to work through are differences that reinforce differences, Checkerboard Inc...maybe we can get to this trippy ass shit...OutKast kids have always been around...and typically the wildest we put on the front porch...then the US turned into a lame as convent and New York the Big Applebees...take your grandma there today...wtf? But the steeple creeple switched their notes...Super Man got called out, so now she's a neg-urtive....
Behold palatial decor....and of course in addition to negative the activity will naturally mean...she desires something in the mirror, like a good wholesome Tong Zi Dan session...
I am settled on this decor project. It's my kind of decor, like that stuff that recalls what I grew up with in the early 80s, though it is a different aesthetic, an update on matters that even push the design more toward something ancient and not so closed off, in the way I think decor is today. It's not so open anymore. A lot of the decor had a lot fo Asian and Middle Eastern influences, but again, if it's a checkerboard for the world, Patriarchy measure, then it's this glossy standardization that is flat like the blue of sky not contextual and dimensionalizing, lively and moving, like the blue of sky.
I think this is lively and is more open, in terms of cross-cultural interests. I like it at least. The art project is coming together as well. A lot of layers on a wood substrate. It's not pretty and it's not ugly I don't think. I can take it more on the prettier side, but if it's simply POP, the mind isn't getting that friction to develop some kind of obscure and interesting relationship with it. It's never literal among this shadow show obviously. I just think of certain artists, who I will refrain from name drops, but artists who when you see their work in galleries and museums, it really is this...wtf? What is this? Do I like it? I don't think I do, but I keep coming back. There are the contemporary POPs stuff, and I like it, but it's faux-commercial suprise to me, which is an avenue of its own, like illustration and decor. I like all of these, but for art, I really have that appreciation for the....turned on, turned off, agitated, can't stop coming back type of....shindig. Throw in some wine, good conversation, and tie die shirts by the end of the night....that's something worthwhile...more so than these promotions of checkerboards and mechanical bugs...coupled with rain and lightning until we go POP.....unless you are rolling steeple creeple...then it's like getting a hall pass that you never get to use...beecause you are good...I'm more, kids in the hall.....Dave Foley on Anne of Green Gables...then this...it's mindfuck comedy....not just for the kids in the hall, but the kids with hall passes too good to be a kid in the hall...It's what happens when you make the grade. Passes are access, but more importantly, a powerplay mindfuck that doesn't really come into fruition until the whole orchestration is played out. I think of airports...it's access, but the process among the checkerboard exploration...it's not bad...is it great? Maybe, but typically I get more of a sense of promotion then a sense of adventure and wonder...welcome to the city of...it's a grid. Welcome to the airport...it's a waiting room...maybe if there were drugs and dancing...and by drugs I mean drukqs...something emergent among an unforeseen opening up....that's not so readily available for bohemian wrapsody...It just becomes an incoherent ball of frizzies...
I am settled on this decor project. It's my kind of decor, like that stuff that recalls what I grew up with in the early 80s, though it is a different aesthetic, an update on matters that even push the design more toward something ancient and not so closed off, in the way I think decor is today. It's not so open anymore. A lot of the decor had a lot fo Asian and Middle Eastern influences, but again, if it's a checkerboard for the world, Patriarchy measure, then it's this glossy standardization that is flat like the blue of sky not contextual and dimensionalizing, lively and moving, like the blue of sky.
I think this is lively and is more open, in terms of cross-cultural interests. I like it at least. The art project is coming together as well. A lot of layers on a wood substrate. It's not pretty and it's not ugly I don't think. I can take it more on the prettier side, but if it's simply POP, the mind isn't getting that friction to develop some kind of obscure and interesting relationship with it. It's never literal among this shadow show obviously. I just think of certain artists, who I will refrain from name drops, but artists who when you see their work in galleries and museums, it really is this...wtf? What is this? Do I like it? I don't think I do, but I keep coming back. There are the contemporary POPs stuff, and I like it, but it's faux-commercial suprise to me, which is an avenue of its own, like illustration and decor. I like all of these, but for art, I really have that appreciation for the....turned on, turned off, agitated, can't stop coming back type of....shindig. Throw in some wine, good conversation, and tie die shirts by the end of the night....that's something worthwhile...more so than these promotions of checkerboards and mechanical bugs...coupled with rain and lightning until we go POP.....unless you are rolling steeple creeple...then it's like getting a hall pass that you never get to use...beecause you are good...I'm more, kids in the hall.....Dave Foley on Anne of Green Gables...then this...it's mindfuck comedy....not just for the kids in the hall, but the kids with hall passes too good to be a kid in the hall...It's what happens when you make the grade. Passes are access, but more importantly, a powerplay mindfuck that doesn't really come into fruition until the whole orchestration is played out. I think of airports...it's access, but the process among the checkerboard exploration...it's not bad...is it great? Maybe, but typically I get more of a sense of promotion then a sense of adventure and wonder...welcome to the city of...it's a grid. Welcome to the airport...it's a waiting room...maybe if there were drugs and dancing...and by drugs I mean drukqs...something emergent among an unforeseen opening up....that's not so readily available for bohemian wrapsody...It just becomes an incoherent ball of frizzies...
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