Experimenting...
On this notion of love
There is this aim to treat love as bodies in the mirror vs. orienting toward process, toward creativity, toward notions of love before one even had a literal language system. Growing up, it wasn't something off to me, and yet, even those who were being creative, many, just used it as a calling card, a purpose, and then switched gears, a life in the mirror is difficult to resist. Anyhow, there is simply a humor to me, especially when I see these couples together for decades, of whom, they do not create, or connect in that way, professing their dedication and love for each other. I don't believe them. That isn't love. Sacrifice yes...A shared history, yes...love, no. At work, last week, there was this shirt about the Gods, All Gods, abandoning, and yet, there wouldn't be a basis for such a claim. All bodies in the mirror though, including the body sporting that shirt, will abandon. I mean, to find that special someone...Sure thing.
Everyone is out to get me...
Not really, but life is more interesting that way. Stop. No pictures. Please. It was a man inside of another man, made out of meat. She was wearing a whig, I was wearing a whig.
Red Dresses [He wants her as a selfie] on Parade...
America's North Korean Pop Culture by the Numbers and Beyond....
Opposite Behaviors, sycophantic nice nothings, in the Seat of Power
Results Speak for Themsleves, To Love in this Way, Oh my!
Totally like the behaviors of the 50s, 60s, 70s, 80s?
#fuckingoffsociety
#Happy.....Happy.....Happy...In & Out Burger
Just calm, cool, and collective, be normal
Follow the Road to Self-Realization
She's your Lover Tits on a Platter, Dorothy's Ready
Dog Complex & The Sacred Limousine, Lofticries
To Live in His Good, Normal, Righteous Image, How Lovely
She's an Anti-Superstar, He's a Flying Fish
She Dies or Else, Ill Times, No Grid Access for Her
On the count of Big hands I know you're the one.. Mickey 1, Mickey 2, Mickey 3, Mickey 4
Welcome to the house of the sir, patriarchy inc, her order is on our grid...white church, black church, we are on that struggle plan understand, our crew has the intelligence on the one who is a danger to our society. She has no money, no power, no record, and a good track record involving matters of process, and she exhibits being a poor dear in public, bless your heart...BUT she's in the cross-hairs of our good word, and we have footage as she experiences the traps. She's been pressed to the margin, and until she submits to the blood hustle, well, we have the intelligence, we have our angelic accord gossiping, as we move her toward this needed path of violent disregard. She's our very own cinnamon bun in the oven, disconnected from joining in on the fine trajectory, as we rise out of the water ritual and toward the sky, flying fish....lost, but now found, not at all being used, to be embraced, so long as we gun for her. She's the ancient of the ancients, but that's prehistory, not history. The Summer of Sumer...Ziggurat...why start there? She is this threat, you see, and she will be erased...Then we can all celebrate our newfound utopia as glasshouses in the mirror, to love in that inanimate way. Fuck Justice. Be a Soldier. Fall in line, step by the numbers, fuck off for nice shit for good behavior, bottle yourself up today, smile, cheer for your master. "Put a motherfucking cross on me, patriarchical violence and beyond dolled up with peace, love and happiness."
Eleusinian Mysteries, Minoan, Mycenaean, Aegean
Palestine, West Bank, Philistine (Aegean anyone?), Ancient Times, Oh My!
Gunning because one is Muslim....there's much more to the story #Ancients of the ancient, shhh....She's going to die. Modern man, Zaha Hadid? Sumer of Sumer....shhhhhhhhhhh.....Ancient of the Ancients civilization....All associations must be erased.....Only Pyramids. No Ziggurat.
She's disagreeable, destroy the order...
What's going on? Don't Know Why?
Where was I? To Be Here Before there was a Language?
She's WILD Strawberries
Binary Waters & The Flying Fish?
Live, from the television screen
We Could All Mindlessly Goosestep with Him, No?
Where was I?
Cue the applause, lights, camera, action, rinse and repeat
Undeveloped Language, did you hear that....I'm shocked....controversy...
Where are we?
Considering approaches for subjects
Yes, the project I have stuck with is tapestry caravan and I have done some subjects in the tapestry style, but is it exciting, yes and no. For decor it works, but I can do more with matters that would be more interesting I think. I might ink and hand paint some, in relation to a given subject. Not sure yet. Working it out. I have inked a strawberry silhouette...I would like to show varied approaches, not simply the same approach everytime, which is why I am doing this. Granted, it does need to in some way fit with all of the work, or at least, something that could work with the tapestry work. Decisions.
Aside from, the may or may not be the case
Yes indeed! I am one who enjoys creative endeavors, among literal considerations, but more so, among the non-literal. In fact, all words should be banished. No talking. Just charades of some sort. Maybe twerking... This was a 2-week endeavor, as the Victorian hauntology style is hand-painted. I am using oils, so the drying time can be a bit...much. Still, for the style preferred, oil is the right choice.
Badger Le Pew
Badger Le Pew is the alter-ego that comes out as I take matters as genuine, at face value, and yet, I have to recognize how something seemingly innocent can involve something different. Meaning, the world isn't so nice, and these are from actual experiences. Like, no good deed going unpunished for example. Like, one having a conversation, say about academics, of which someone says something fallacious, which you catch and wonder, as you follow their mind and they would know better. Of which, you simply take note, of which then becomes assertions about one's inadequacies, especially certain personalities aiming to be the protector of the talls crowed, even though it's hyena play in my view, from experience. Meaning, I'm simply not going to play that game, of going after someone else's shit, nor am I playing the game of nice shit for good behavior. It's never a good look, even if one is scoring big in that way. So when, someone comes in, and they tell me they had an issue with their pelvis and the timeline is entirely off, of whom, I prefer to give the benefit of the doubt, I can't exactly just pretend that such matters with a timeline in question couldn't be used, in a similar way that I have experience in the most prestigious institutions. Badger Le Pew comes out, of which the sarcasm needs to be released, when wondering how 4 weeks would be enough time, when the event described indicates something that should take much longer to heel, and of a nature where one at the month mark, would likely need a scooter of some sort to get around. This isn't to say one is not being forthright, underhanded, or any matter like that. Surely, there is a sound basis and the timeline was indeed the case. However, I do remain critical of that timeline, coupled with the remarks of my IQ being through the roof, all the time, of this play of elevating the subject. Why that? Which then we have this matter of addressing matters, of which there is the language lent, like the ruby slippers falling from a blue sky. Great. So I can do this, TALK-TALK, which once upon a time had one flat-line mark of meaning, like notions of eating from a tree, but then as the informatic layer forms, matters do change in ways that are still going to need to be normed and formed. I have to say though the healing of a pelvis in that time frame with the matter that was described, seems a bit...magical to be in a completely recovered state at 4 weeks. Add in the usual your IQ must be through the roof....and it's a sad cat face and a side eye, curious as to why that, and always being reiterated...which texting someone, yes, to remain curious and question the matters seems key. Which the analogy I used was Dorothy and OZ, like not calling out the Witch of the North, on putting those damn slippers on her feet, much like one lending a language. Then she follows the yellow brick road...like writing in response...of which then the Witch says to simply click her heels to find home, which she could have established that from the very beginning, which Dorothy at that point should pistol whip the old 2 faced good nice nothing witch the hell out of OZ. Then again, there can always be that Dorothy, who follows certain matters, and intends on divergence. Meaning, she followed the play, tossed away the slippers, and now she's off the beaten path, among nature and trees, painting, and giving the good witch of the north the informatic bird. It's not ill will. Rather it's Badger Le Pew, considering the good witch of the north liked to play games, so naturally Dorothy needs that game over play, which would be the informatic. So here are the words, and yet, the informatic layer offers a cohesion, of words as one interactive measure, that can offer, eventually, real-time measure.
Again, this isn't ill will, even if being snarky, sarcastic, or even badger le pew. Rather it's calling out the matters of timeline in relation to assertions of my IQ that, like references to Cleopatra, and even being called sir, sir, sir, sir....over and over.....the red flags are there, and yes, I'll explore matters that can be questioned even among efforts to remain optimistic and striving to assume the best in someone. Again, that wouldn't preclude these explorations, nor would these forms of contextual interaction preclude the development of the informatic layer.
And yes, I am genuinely happy for someone out and about feeling better....though someone who has some decades on me, having twice the energy as me... that, no, I'm not enthused about that, even as I hear the energy from a distance away. I want that damn energy drink.
Where was I?
Palestine (think Herodotus), Not Considered
The Natufian culture was discovered by British archaeologist Dorothy Garrod during her excavations of Shuqba Cave in the Judaean Mountains of Mandatory Palestine in the Cisjordan, now the Ramallah and al-Bireh Governorate of Palestine.[9][10] Before the 1930s, the majority of archaeological work taking place in Palestine was biblical archaeology focused on historic periods, and little was known about the region's prehistory.
In 1928, Garrod was invited by the British School of Archaeology in Jerusalem (BSAJ, now the Kenyon Institute) to excavate Shuqba Cave, where prehistoric stone tools had been discovered by Père Mallon four years earlier. She found a layer sandwiched between the Upper Paleolithic and Bronze Age deposits characterised by the presence of microliths. She identified this with the Mesolithic, a transitional period between the Paleolithic and the Neolithic well-represented in Europe but which had not yet been found in West Asia. A year later, when she discovered similar material at el Wad (now in the Nahal Me'arot Nature Reserve), Garrod suggested the name "the Natufian culture" after the Wadi Natuf, which runs close to Shuqba.
Over the next two decades, Garrod found Natufian material at several of her pioneering excavations in the Mount Carmel region, including el-Wad, Kebara and Tabun, as did the French archaeologist René Neuville, firmly establishing the Natufian culture in the regional prehistoric chronology. As early as 1931, both Garrod and Neuville drew attention to the presence of stone sickles in Natufian assemblages and the possibility that this represented a very early agriculture.[10]
Radiocarbon dating places the Natufian culture at an epoch from the terminal Pleistocene to the very beginning of the Holocene, a time period between 12,500 and 9,500 BC.[12]
The period is commonly split into two subperiods: Early Natufian (12,000–10,800 BC) and Late Natufian (10,800–9,500 BC). The Late Natufian most likely occurred in tandem with the Younger Dryas (10,800 to 9,500 BC). The Levant hosts more than a hundred kinds of cereals, fruits, nuts, and other edible parts of plants, and the flora of the Levant during the Natufian period was not the dry, barren, and thorny landscape of today, but rather woodland.[9]
In 2008, the 12,400–12,000 cal BC grave of an apparently significant Natufian female was discovered in a ceremonial pit in the Hilazon Tachtit cave in northern Israel.[35] Media reports referred to this person as a "shaman".[36] The burial contained the remains of at least three aurochs and 86 tortoises, all of which are thought to have been brought to the site during a funeral feast. The body was surrounded by tortoise shells, the pelvis of a leopard, forearm of a boar, a wingtip of a golden eagle, and skull of a beech marten.[37][38]
And this considers the play of a checkered floor, a colonial gridding of sorts, of which the irrational play can setup the divide, of which the poor dears are all caught up. Palestine-Israel, Ukraine-Russia, there are some divides, and it all can be planned beforehand, including the people, these communities, who will be caught up among these misfortunate events of war. Communal lands. Considering Volga Germans among the between. The communities tied together among the divide. Ukrainians loving Russians. Russians looving Ukrainians. Palestinians loving Israelies. Israelies loving Palestinians. Family ties, complexities of layering, despite the presentations of, TONIGHT, LIVE FROM THE TELEVISION SCREEN, you are to be informed, self-realized, following in such a mind fucked way. The israelies are at odds with the palestinians. The palestinians at odds with the israelies. The Ukrainians at odds with Russians, and Russians at odds with the Ukrainians. Nothing in-between, just a divide and these poor dears all caught up, shhh, that is to remain among the silence underlying this informative presentation just for you, of seeing is believing therefore the air we breathe does not exist, of understanding the logic among this illogical construct. This just in. Live.
Ancient strife among indications...like sickles as a symbol...ancient tortoise shells...someone of a particular nature noted of early on, among officious avenues, school halls, test scores, designations, naughty or nice, lover tits or hit list, even among their childhood. This one who pairs well with ruby slippers, always to be on the run...in-need of being caught up among the divide, among the needed intelligence gunning for that dvelopment of her controversy that massages the misfortunes all the way to outright violence, she's on the run, she can't seem to find home, oh what a shame, grab the candles for the vigil and the camera for the earth angel photo-op...we try to understand and do all to love unconditionally as we gun for our poor dear, again and again.... That shit. In the US, it's the KKK-Uncle Tom hit, as they struggle among the divide, and the creatives, the intellectuals, the one inclined toward a calico cat of love, a source of concern, as the one spinning the intelligence struggles to close this divide that is so useful, but shhh, we are striving to be together, strategically, in the mirror, as the perpetuation of always struggling finds that needed way to gun for her ass. Oh no, she's caught up in the divide. I see blood. Why does this always keep happening? Tonight, on after the fact American news, we are here to provide the facts for our viewers who are totally empathetic. No apathy whatsoever, just look at them. Observing. Saying all the right things that seem like they actually give a damn. Tonight, a new story, a bleeds it leads event. The misfortunate events are in. Our earth angels tonight are holding a vigil, being good in the mirror, as we strive to understand in such a way that we will always have something live action just for you, each and everyday. To be civil in this way. All looks peaceful. All looks loving. Marilyn Monroe's magic mirror can make a saint out of any sinner. Just say the right thing. Play the part. Join in on the chorus of gossip. Guide her to hell, and when the cameras are on, be heaven. SMILE.
...matriarchies among patriarchies, patriarchies among matriarchies, and the easy/safe targets all caught-up in-between. Their blood, their destruction...the white light of angelic nothing, juxtaposing the other's designation...this is all so misfortunate...in the meantime, cash in, cash out.
And let us not forget kiddos, the power of protest, in that strategic way that reinforces the needed divide. Nothing in-between, just the sound bytes on camera, the activity in the mirror, as everyone struggles to address these oh so useful divisions. Pick your side and gun baby...strive ho. Sport that peace sign. Strive for a better tomorrow, anti-war lover tits in the mirror, and as for how it is all being used...you all care so much and in that strategic way. Love that earth angel shirt. You are the protector, always smiling, always in the right frame...ready to assess what needs to be assessed. Fleeced with galas and you found your home among the house of spiritualizing sparkle tittery that empowers the earth angel act...all of which can be used. To be so good, tacit divisions, to be that polish on the pucker, to angle on that literal divide as well, in the name of humanitarian endeavor of course, and yet, where does that leave everyone else? Poor dears seem to be all caught up. The in-between, these matters of process, omitted, as the officiated informant provides the needed information. Ruby Slippers falling out of the blue of sky...Where was I? Great world.
Summer of Sumer
It's just odd to me, when we discuss the "ancient" world that negates the actual "ancient." Meaning, the ancients to the ancients, is very much ancient, so why omit this. Not thumbing my nose. Not aiming for disrespect, but rather raising that needed question. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sumer. I simply consider the war on Iraq, Texas, Southern Confedracy, and "Whitism" among which the "Uncle Tomism" coincides. Far removed from matters of actual civilization, but when we all need to pretend. A checkered floor for those of a design, among rigors of process, that need to be all caught up in matters of category (The struggle is real, and the creatives, the intellectuals, the calico cat of love, all caught up in the cross hairs, caught up, among the divide as all unite for a better utopic tomorrow that works so well in gunning down what the irrationalists working a cross a divide hate, these bleeding, creative hearts & intellectual minds orienting toward process rather than the mindless goosestep of embodiment...that bullshit), and yet among the minds of rigor, of a diversity, there has always remained the chrysalis of civilization, the ways in which the process interacts, among which the leaders valuing a meeting of the mind first and foremost, regardless of the superficial mirror play, like the people of the United States today, of actual leadership, representing a calico cat of love, a layering, a beautiful mess, among a complexity of process interacting, of how matters actually manifest, despite the absurd plays of silhouette in motion, disneyfied hist-tory on the racism plan, that needed checkering of understanding, that needed grid, dichotomies striving to improve in such a way that reinforces the needed divide that kills the one they hate, so these fine nice-nothings, mickey hands, can spin the intelligence and take aim at these poor dears that need to be caught up among the synthetic divide...Oh look, it's a body in the mirror...they might be racist...gun for that bleeding heart, poor dear, all caught up, misfortunate event, candle light vigil, and the bleeds it leads headline, serving the apathetic nice-nothing fuzzy love-nothing fuckfest of care tuning in to their television screens. Rinse and repeat. It's so sad what's happening because we all care so FUCKING much. Let's not pretend. All needs to serve a checkered foundation, including written record.
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Let us Consider...
Anu ziggurat and White Temple at Uruk. The original pyramidal structure, the "Anu Ziggurat", dates to around 4000 BC, and the White Temple was built on top of it c. 3500 BC.[45] The design of the ziggurat was probably a precursor to that of the Egyptian pyramids, the earliest of which dates to c. 2600 BC.
And when we consider Egypt in relation to the Greek identity, of which I consider the US colonies to London...Shhh....open up your books and let's pretend. Paper bag over the head...
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"Black Headed Ones", the native designation for the Sumerians. The first is the pictographic character for "head" (
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).[1][2][3][4]Others have suggested that the Sumerians were a North African people who migrated from the Green Sahara into the Middle East and were responsible for the spread of farming in the Middle East.[23] However, contrary evidence strongly suggests that the first farming originated in the Fertile Crescent.[24] Although not specifically discussing Sumerians, Lazaridis et al. 2016 have suggested a partial North African origin for some pre-Semitic cultures of the Middle East, particularly Natufians, after testing the genomes of Natufian and Pre-Pottery Neolithic culture-bearers.[24] Craniometric analysis has also suggested an affinity between Natufians and ancient North Africans.[25]
That Shirt
Cross-Apply: 2 ships passing by, one titanic cubed, the other a stealth ship enterprise, of instantaneous movements...maybe when we have a development in relation to the informatic layer, among the modeling, then one might start to get this. For now, it's the categorical split, like this production...
The point, the language isn't developed, so to place matters into this context, as a basis to act on despite informatic forms of the language produced simply becomes this ever-growing development questioning this fallacy to keep up with these key changes
Cross-Apply: Teleological Assertion Critiques
Cross-Apply: Pomo
Cross-Apply: Mathematical Sublimes & Veneering Assertions
Cross-Apply: Bounded Faculty
Cross-Apply: Claims based on a lack of evdience
Stuff like that. Which I do not mean disrespect or offense. Simply I saw a shirt today, and I had a series of questions, and to me, it really wouldn't be about having the answers, but rather asking good questions. Much like the categorical splits, this Talk-Talk, remain secondary to matters of design, of newer designs that wouldn't require an argument, as the new form presents just that, coupled with the norm and form of implications and possibilities among a network.
I have to say though, I wish there were more shirts like that. It's just something that inspires inquiry and consideration vs the ever-so veneering, I'm an earth angel in an earth angel world...glasshouse safe-risking type of matter, that is simply the gloss of nice as ice. Always nice to take note of something different, offering a pulse. Much better than the typical shirt, that tends to have the theme...I'm THE earth angel kitty boo boo fuck of your dreams. I'm glad to see such confidence in such a literal way, and as for what would be at issue with that...but there is always room to doubt, so by all means, kitty boo boo fuck it up. We are still on a rock spinning around fire. It's going to be okay. Be confident in that way. Where was I?
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