"ART" is something we do
To experience ourselfs
In cosmos of existence at all.
are ya allowed to say stuff like that ?
if ya not a expert?
im a expert!
whatdya waiting for ..to live under a bridge with consent by th local body mafia to bulldoze ya hut?
take meaningless confusion drama chaos tradgedy pain
the symbolic human mind surveylance of distance and objectification to ancient
inturnal conflicts...think encoded majics of consciousness manifesting..
see havta detroy th narritive to get behind a false frontage..
if ya want anything other than ideological kitset..drag n drop mind plop
but then in th unrecognisable theres a newer narritive..and the story tells us perhaps
its the listening..doing ..
hopeless contradiction...the need of recognition
unto my self
freedom beckons a simpler sirender....baby face and inocent with intent..and even the malice at environment ...the karma credit activated symbiosis
then being hard on ya self with chisel pointed needle n fur nessesitys...demands a outcome goal set future time reference catchment code..
aaaark language slides to non sence thats the story then
we make beuty then
re name meaning as experience sacred
colour fields over lap the dance
the death neutriliser the domesticated doom
my self indulgent weaknesses
inspired whisperings from the subtle side
playing then in sand pits soul
a grain of grit
universal sun born
blast aton elementry particles..
singularity of abstraction poetic mutate
schemas....froth..in mandala 4d chart topographys
its perception and product
a compass point to lost n found ...safe n dangerous
Hell! Introspectionn on the demise of family
Culture ..worth... meaning..
Speculative enacted future diagramatics..
Jeesus jim this aint the 70s !
Theres no money for free thought!
Theres a war we havta obey
Da da decrees
Feminise that cult to innocuous bland seditary retail compliance...
Techno core lobotomy opioid distanceces like career ego feedbacks of a gratuitous free fall freedom generation x
Permanent consensual lockstep prisonor..
See i think art is a one way language to self n absolute
And complex realitys of the hijacked design future we inhabit..the mall pacific real estate greed stupidity n theft fantasy campervan commune.of 5$ coffees.
Back to preyer son
Who what why
The wholey- cost..
Dream a different time line of identity
Create a reality..
Be a self worth being
All storm gale fire flood and
These phenominal trasitional states
As culture made by land
And ..the short term influences of gene swarm globalisms hiway
Tourism of real seeking
In a measurable dialog process
Of chaos chants
Expanded contracted projection assumption
Fertile futility wonerfull abnigation
It can miricle itself with me
Frozen broken church of cultural colonial dream
Private thoughts received transmitted
Added in exchange confused confidence
And empathys compassionate effort
All is blessing
Drawing a thread of causal assosiation entanglements as projection assumption in mind
A leaping dance..to in difference little rivers studio floor
With myrr burning...
Then at giza..om
Web selections as fly struggles
But so many more behelzebub eyes around ...
Art destroyed by the internet of jpeg menu thumbnail marginalised mundanity frontage farce
that spider is there at my negligence
Or service...is there a soul that recognises itself in one anothers secretions..
Shadows on a cave wall..
A curator/beurocrat sport of identity assemblige dj collage
As if art was connected to more a class function of social statis quo reinforcement.
...oh were all so rareifyed n sensitive genuine n booshwaa bootique
In the re frameing and language of exhaustion displacement
A surrogate homes
And comfortable hermatige .
The blessings in some offering in temple
The investment in the humanity to get this far..she said
Its not worthless or disposable!
My babys are goddamn worth it!
We apprietiate yer honesty
Truths a virtue..
We wish we were free..
Now what good have you to offer.?
I think you know..i thought
But youve been told forever ..what is
In the murk
The economy grinds a deeper diction
Like tectonics of the matrix
Gold backd oil arms n insurance
Whould you recognise the angel.
Would it judge you
Or would you judge yourself..
Fricked great being this savage dark age agent
Beauty n love..
A cultivation in pro noia
The edge lands my wind whinges..
Storm ionises the negative positive conflict generation of zeuses pregnant shaft thinky thinks on the roundy ball womb
In dilateing maybe twighlights
Still oats n extras
Ancient futures gestate
To not have t know
Thank you for your support
Love and friendship.