Let's be clear, you can call me heaven, you can say all the underhanded measure that references the holy shit fuck in the sky. I don't care. I'm at work, I'm there to work...that's that. This aim at playing up the association, which the same shit happened at Edinburgh along with spinning the intelligence to feed into a group's classist bullshit. The one who passed an assessment that needs further assessment that just so happens to be the lowest on the totem poll. You know the one who can be branded with associations from the ass antics of an underhanded network. It pisses me off. I'm not thumbing my nose at anyone, but let's be clear, I work, go home, and paint. Not aiming for much social interactivity as I create. In part from people who are too insecure to live and let live, I just don't like being around many people at this point. You seem to want me under your wing, and yet these matters of creativity wouldn't really occur in relation to that arrangement, so give the bullshit a rest. When I get the heys from folks at work, or the ass antic mocking bird games from someone in my department, it thoroughly pisses me off. I don't do that to you at all, and yet, you need to do that to me...why? It's a respect issue. Why are you so in need in keeping tabs on me loves. Even this notion of word games, to veneer over matters of argument, or that notion of red ruby slippers from the sky...on that way down the yellow brick road...it all comes with these assumptions that are no longer in play...and yet, one just because they hold arbitrary power as a network, they can ride up on my ass, lie the entire time, attempting to brand association with me....it's total bullshit. I create, go to work, go home, take care of my mom. That's it. As for folks running their mouths in relation to me, it's ALL lies. We aren't together. And my art, isn't an endeavor of celebrity stardom or money, money, money. It's simply conceptual explorations of art, even among avenues, commercial and non-commercial. Much like the performative philosophy involving polemics, the art I am working on has performative elements, as they encounter various avenues.
Among the hand painted stuff, I am working on lines and developing forms that are like that of "degenerate" art of matters involving something more subconscious. And I'm fucking tired of folks inquiring about my personal life, sexuality, or even asking for me to cover their groceries on my discount card which is an automatic termination. Why that fucking request? These smiling faces are assholes.
I go to work. Stay on task. Do what is needed and go home. And yet, always that underhanded, ass-antic play among smiling faces who are full of shit. And no, not even a matter of disrespecting you, considering I mind my own, and you keep having that underhanded networked go. Piss off. I work my ass off. Mind my own, and yet, you are so interested in my life, and always gunning for my job, not on the basis of performance, but anecdote and ass-antic portrayal; And it keeps happening because the company doesn't seem to give a damn about what the behavior does in terms of sustaining the needed behaviors for democracy to even exist anymore. The attitude seems like, inevitably, if a group keeps pushing and breaking down these freedoms, eventually the American version of North Korea can happen. Finally a civil society governed by military network. Fucking great. It's totally going to work, even though we have a entire documented series of failures of that particular victory, which inevitably falls apart by design, and I discusses that back in the day, during the polemic phase. BUT, among lazy minds...yeah, that's just word games. All word games. Vs. I didn't compete in academia like that, and it seems there are some involved notions...rather that talk about, talk at, talk around, disengage...all of which indicates insecurity, how about we talk to. Hey, break these matters down. Reason insofar....bounded faculty....not word games loves. Not dorothy down the yellow brick road loves, when the performative grounds into the informatic. The context changes at that point, of a newer cultural form, a newer basis for budding civilization. We can smile, disengage and pretend. I don't care. My aim isn't power or money. It's work. Stay on task. Go home. Paint. Take care of my mom.
I don't need to behave on the basis to attain approval. Fuck your approval. It's a free goddamn country assholes. This just fucking in. You aren't creating shit. It's not your design....why not develop the rigors for your own damn process...if you don't want that...so be it. Not hating of judging, but keep fucking with mine, fury will not even describe, and you see it all the time on the news right. I mean that is the aim from your smiling bullshit. You know gun from that disrespect, inch by inch, until the shit blows up and then everyone just can't see to understand what happened. Fuck your networked games. Fuck your gatekeeping. Fuck your....we have words, words, words, to justify treatments, and yet the informatic is developing, but that has nothing to do with this culture of lazy ass horseshit on parade desiring to fuck with what a network chooses arbitrarily to fuck with.
And hey, we could pretend I'm calling it wrong, and yet, seems like the understanding is a network is going to pretend I'm under their thumb, and yet, no conversation, no agreements, not one goddamn meeting and you want to showboat with that lying bullshit. I go to work to work. All the other shit, damn lies. Smile to my face and walk up like you want to be a friend, all the while trying to run the inside jokes...when you got nothing, I get it...that's the only thing you can do, to alleviate the hate in your heart. And me, all fight, all bite, surely, I'm just so terrible, since I'm not playing it up earth angel in the mirror, which once upon a time, certain people followed what that meant...
So let's be clear. I'm not here to be a sheeple fuckhead. I went to a very fucking good university, paint, mind my own, and actually give a damn about people in a non-superifical way which doesn't have a fucking thing to do with nicety or showboating horseshit. And I decided to pick up on the writing...why? Seems like when I made clear this is a free fucking country....that free speech matter, some folks want to carry on like say the wrong thing and it's on. Just this new American push to be the North Korean Goosestep. Piss off. Piiiiisssssssss ooooofffffffff. And by all means, say whatever you like, and maybe one day, aside from these spineless ass-antics, one can be direct, but it will not happen. Everyone is too happy these days, and of course, tuning into the TV and showing complete apathy as they pretend they are on the empathy plan.
So this isn't at a place of work. This is among my private abode and my website...and yet, I expect many passive agressive measures, like heys from folks who never say hey, and someone making references to the wizard of oz, or theatrics of underhanded measure...that's fine. Do whatever you like. I'll roll out the 2 fucks plan, and then strike up more of the writings. You want to go in this direction. By all means, let's fucking go. Let's light up the sky.
