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.
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....
...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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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!