That was my first Narrative Art Form from Guattari. I will likely make folk art signs out of it. It's institutional folk art I guess. I'm not really sure, but among Byrne's True Stories, among narrative as art in relation to power relations, I do think that is a good start.
Narrative as Art
Considering the informatic layer and how by design that changes the relation to the language itself....Think of say, a tree of knowledge transforming into an informatic root system, of which the knowledge form has yet to be determined as the informatic layer develops, of newer institutional design. For polemics, I would hold a narrative in relation to some matter of the other, and in this form, I am working away from that notion of the other, toward something that articulates a status quo narrative art form, that then orients toward informatic narrative in relation to art. That is, I'm into art, and I am not into the institutional form at this point, and I do have that relation with the informatic layer that remains. So I am orienting toward informatic in relation to art, rather than polemics. It's something that is a transition of sorts.
Bringing People Together...True Stories...
Puzzling Cohesions
More On Modern Life
Multipurposed....
Always ready to serve...like the song says.... Where's Guattari?
More On Modern Life
Multipurposed....
Always ready to serve...like the song says.... Where's Guattari?
Night by Night
...that spin...and I love how a network has become this literal affair...she's in the mirror swimming alone....ooooh she's going to get it....what could she possibly follow...her lips aren't smacking...we need literal confirmations...where are her test scores....fuck her up....hot wax....hot chip modernity....
Quick...to New Orleans...Antoines....The SNAIL Room.....eeeek! Reasons insofar of course, of bounded faculty...again, nothing too serious...just having fun...considering the considerations...she hasn't submitted to the grid (bear daddy didn't work, opportunities...we have opportunities...we could make her a STAR...can we get her on the grid...pistol whip her with crosses...she could be communist....something...anything....hermetic jibe will save us...the plan tightly concealed...we know what to do...innocent conversations....happy faces...kill bees with kindness...)...this ancient bitch....oh the love....again, just having some fun...when I step outside, it's rose-colored glasses....all is well under the sun...
Family Affairs
I mean yes there are industry classes, absolutely. It's a big dick with all access to the grid. Easily one can convince themsleves they just hung the American stars and moon, and yet, where are the grid makers. Do they need access to the grid? I mean if they were the one's setting up the grid in the first place, before any system of codification ever became a household name. And I mean, when matters are developing and a group would rather sit on their fat asses and treat their people in a way that is obviously not developing as expected. I mean surely lip service to certain families is absolutely going to work. You have all that money. Who is not going to believe you? To care in an underhanded way that isn't working at all, nor would we be keeping up with what is needed, but you are running the show? And to run-off after paying lip service to certain families and you think matters will workout in your favor? By all means, give us all the energy you got. Considerations of course...nothing too serious...
Anti-Superstar
...Don't tell Hollywood & the "American" dream machine. I mean, killers still gotta kill.
Oh for the love of...Marxism....Dichotomy Sandwiches Galore
Dichotomy Sandwhiches. So if it's not pistol whipping with crosses, then drop the conversations in relation to other dichotomies. Of which, the entire matter is one and the same, that is the way the dichotomy is being used, Marxism-Capitalism, Controversies galore...And it's easy to gun, no need for one to share in any kind of belief, of the matter, just solicit the conversation and drop the subject, arbitrarily of course, in that innocent way, and then return to the network and spin the intelligence. Put her on the grid and erase her. And sure, we could talk matters, like oh, the one who might even be of that form, say they are paranoid, or one is in-need of mental health and the like, and yet, among the words, words, words, there are these matters of tracing the arrangements of a network, informatics, and you know, the sheer joy of considering, pondering, critically engaging among these possibilities, not of this inherent notion of disturbance. One of this design, creative, artisitc, the lover, not so into the empire of dirt that a hustler just can't have. After all, with so many carrots, with so many pursuits, clearly my kind, my value system, can't really have the life I want, a peaceful one, and yet, I do; and I am a Honey Badger, so I do like the process of grid hit masters, gunning, and yet, I hit back. So we have these interests it seems, and those interests I suppose could be forthright and innocent, and yet, when we consider how opportunities arise among a certain group, no, that wouldn't be mere innocence. Much like dropping a nickname, and fudging the ending to sound like one thing then asserting it was another. It could simply be all in my head, and naturally, I'm just not well. You know, we play the grid master hit game, and then as we apply the irrationalizing play, we naturally switch up and assert it was all in one's head, wah, wah, wah.
Do whatever you like loves. Say whatever you like. It's all good. Your violent play is my honey badger palace....now back to Marxism-Capitalism...It's a dichotomy, and that dichotomy can be the needed matter to sandwich bleeding hearts into their needed hell...This happy Fucker needs to struggle...smack the lips, drop the association, he doesn't care about these matters, but he will after the good "networked" word (in the mirror, mind you) holds to this flower child...gun for this hippie asshole...eeeeek!! It's all fun and games, playing it up killing joke, and yet for our youth, much like people among the institutional halls who were teaching me in formal settings, this is not a game. You're signing up to do this to others, you are indeed going to get your opportunity, and this isn't a game loves, but by all means, play it up. I never did, and when these institutionalist made clear this isn't a nice world, open arms are never what they seem, and life can quickly turn into a living hell if you, you know, take the bate "knowing what you want," I did listen. I mean the table is set just for you. Take whatever you like. I've passed on all of these matters, and yet, one is ready to you know, seize the day it seems. By all means, gun for Honey Badger Le Pew...it's totally going to work out the way you expect.
So, we are to converse in relation to Marxism, it seems...It was a subject discussed when I was in collegiate debate, flying all over the country, though I wouldn't say it has been much of a focus, unless other dichotomies aren't working, like Trans dichotomies, Religious Dichotomies, or any other Dichotomy among a buffet of Die-Chotomies. Meaning, these matters do hold a use, in relation to the actions of power. I'm not so into the power play obviously, and yet, yes, my bohemian life, contrasting with those who are the great carrot masters, Deus Ex Machina, the grid play, absent of any intelligible response to informatics, will go on and on, around and around, like a record player, banging one's head against a wall, until, eventually, people figure out, looks like the old game in town is entirely full of shit. This may or may not be the case, and no, when I am out and about I do assume the best of people. However, yes, critically engaging among these possibilities is a healthy exercise that is fun. That need to engage me, an old man, in these topics...maybe it really was innocent conversation, though I mean...Pentagram on the car...mirth in the eye...the network has set your table and you do deserve a lot of things on it don't you. When you have it all figured out and so fast, to be young and knowing in that way.
And to consider my accident in high school, of being near the top of the class, and then with someone else, and we already knew...the institutional form of assessment...it's a trap, so if we were actually smart would we really want to rise to the top? It's a thing, but when it's your time to shine, the shoulder is tapped, you are on the in...lol...and someone incessantly, like referencing me as sir, sir, sir...just knows I must have the highest IQ, all the while, I mean, we do have record stacks don't we. Surely your entire system is on-point...rest of the world doesn't seem to think so, but you know, you have the grand formula of I don't know, decades past...congrats. Again, do whatever you like. I'm painting at this point. I made a contribution, in relation to a group that is actually up to date on matters. Not you, but let's do pretend love.
I guess I got lucky when I graduated from University of Edinburgh near the top of my class (Pauper needs to know their place), but I mean when a network has a plan for my trafficking, let's by all means score it, honey badger likes addressing you know, how innocent people, who want to do good by people, manage to test right onto your hit list (hold me up, hold me down, SS Icarus) ...surely all forms of assessment can be taken at face value, right? All will be good little test takers for your killing machine...I mean, you are totally running the show. No consequences for the behavior, and who is really going to know what lies behind the benevolent facade. Earth Angels in the mirror...smiling for the camera...
Hmmm....
I think I'll have coffee...Just need to make sure the coffee pot is clean...very different from the one at work...just the way, matters are set up....and the insurance....a win-win. So many smiling faces. Just considerations...nothing upsetting really...I mean everyone in the world is good and big dog money hustler is an angel...shit just fell from the sky right...like this ruby slipper play...it's totally you doing this, isn't it? Autonomy Controller & The Holy Mountain....All matters known, except informatic methods...What happened? Where's that IQ? Fuck it, break out the Die-Chotomies, any which way will do...Paper, Scissors, ROCK! Dead Scene Irony looking alive.
I just think of a presence among the demands to be present...
So a mind doesn't entirely fuck themselves, presence, consider...a person or thing that exists or is present in a place but is not seen..."the monks became aware of a strange presence."
My Type
The one...He'll follow it's chemistry. I don't want perfection. I don't need a song and dance. I don't need a body in the mirror....And yes, there is a spectrum among these interests, and yet, I'm sharply focused on matters that wouldn't be at a loss of this, because it wouldn't be merely a matter of , aka me, of some narcissistic endeavor. I'm not into Hollywood love, body to body (Even if church bigots that I grew up with scream PORN ADDICTION, which is a choice grid that ass strategy for poor dears inc, at least of the so-called rainbow design). It's something else...and this is something that doesn't require the literal, or say, sex kitten plays in the mirror, but like the time when we were kids...favorite movies, fun times, mindless energy loving, where matters wouldn't have to be so serious...among parents who love us too and we recognize that. It's just not so hard to find that, and yet, these days in this existing culture of stardom hell and holy mountain shit, it seems impossible...Everyone is so together these days that everything is falling part...possibly maybe. I can't say, but the dynamic, the interaction between has been stale. Even that, to be in that mode, of hey, good to see you but we are stale. I like that too...something that isn't coming from the absurd bullshit that took over the area post-80s, mid-90s crew, of folks caught up into some evil bullshit, running, intending on staying young forever, fucking with the generations shoveling their nice as ice bullshit for far too long. It's not a matter of hate for, but rather acknowledging something went wrong. So many folks, even among the opioid bullshit that happened, are now dead, and far too early. Meanwhile our earth angels are doing all to keep the entire country stuck on repeat, and any sense of love between the hearts that aren't so into bodies in the mirror, far removed from each other. Something like that. I could always be wrong, but what I do follow is that I don't have a type ultimately. Sure, the daddy bear is my body in the mirror....luuuuuvvvvv, but that isn't love. Love, from experience, begins with a souring, a sadness, a vulnerability, of which there is a connection, which isn't a goddamn hopeless place Rhianna, but rather a willingness to drop the type and be turned onto something unexpected. To recognize the human faculties remain here to fuck you up, so might want to find ways of connecting that aren't so superficial. Otherwise, as a Real Housewife noted of, the love fades, and it is 2 bodies in the sack, fucking miserable. Fuck a type, just know we are on a rock spinning around a ball of fire and that fate will bring you together with the one you were supposed to be with...it's going to be okay.
Networked Racism
It's something that has been discussed among coworkers, in that when there isn't a huddle, there isn't an assignment of tasks, along with hires not keeping a rhythm and not conducting their role, but rather taking almost an entire shift to break, again without supervision, that irratinoalizing staging is noted of. Meaning, in terms of subhumanism, the behavior of subhumanism, the pattern is direct, to ensure at the foundations of one's activity there isn't a meeting of the mind at all, and then matters of irrationality are applied to the setting, of which a group intends and uses to cherry pick anecdotes, frame the deficite, and string along these anecdotes into a racialized characterization, dolled up as the good word of a network, as a good person is merely a benevolent facade with a focus that aims to remove any review of their actual networked behavior. Which this isn't to say I assume the worst or bad intention at all. Rather, I, at some point, choose to critically engage when matters involving first and foremost a meeting of the mind do not manifest over a duration, and elements of irrationality emerge throughout that duration. The environmental design wouldn't be a mistake nor would it be hands falling short, but rather, something sustained in that way is indeed planned and one has to question how is that being used. For example, when there isn't a huddle, a team meeting at the beginning of the shift with assignments, there wouldn't be an observable or measurable basis established. Rather, employees are conducting a guessing game and selling the dream, addressing a series of tasks and priorties that will change each and everyday, of which one can then go over the activities of the day, agian, cherry pick the anecdote, an act of irrationality, and string along these anecdotes into a racist portrayal, and then attempt to send that matter up the chain of command, again, of networked racism. This may or may not be happening, but one does have to question the pattern of behavior and the alignment of management, including request for one to do taks, fairly recently, of something that is a managerial duty not someone on basic pay, of which would be in the training, of which the request was kept vague, not of something involving a refresh, which I have heard is a specific request, but simply go around and replace missing tags, and then for someone, not a manager when one arrives at work, to say, after request, a store manager said a refresh of tags wasn't conducted, again a manager duty, and that I would need to do this, of which has never been requested of me before. Then, to have the market the mext day walk in, check the cooler, of which not everything would be labeled, and then immediately walk to the wall, noting the refresh wasn't conducted. Would that be something involving me? There was never a huddle, no assignments, no rundown even in relation to the training of this being a new responsiblity, so one has to wonder. Much like when we add people into our areas and the productivity is absolutely horrible. To spend more time on your phone rather than working, without a manager right there, already noting one is not even in a routine yet, and to simply carry on like this is okay. For people to walk into a company, play on their phone, and pick up a paycheck. Since when has that ever been acceptable, and it is happening. These are simply thoughts and considerations, involving matters seeming to now need critical engagement. When the arranging factors of the environment are developing in a way that seems entirely off, I will indeed write and explore what these matters could be. Racism, in all forms, wouldn't be okay, of which the best remedy of addressing that behavior is a meeting of the mind first and foremost, rather than plays of disenggement intended to treated US Citizens as hollow bodies, as subhumans. That is never an acceptable action, of which takes the form of too busy to follow, hands falling short, of an dolled up inaction that is indeed and irrationalizing act, oftentimes networked and motivated by racializing attitudes. Of which, Racism isn't a mere manifestation but an actual behavior that manifest the racist treatment, so it wouldn't be a matter of bodies in the mirror of dichotomies, as the dichotomy iteself, is what is used to catch one hated on the basis of irrational sentiment into matters of controversy, into matters of characteizations among groups utilizing the superficial divide to take aim and cause harm involving one of a nature they do not like, as opposed to focusing on the defined task, the transparent task and edict at hand. I reference that behavior of racism as a dichotomy sandwhich, of which racism at the foundation, of behavioral design, is indeed the subhuman treatment, of the one designated as being subhuman, of which a play, often networked, to disengage a meeting of the mind sets that violent act in motion, even as it is dolled up with care, concern for one's mental health, and aiming to assit one in their growth, and yet, people would be able to shaprly follow that arranging design and note, no, the good word, the play of anecdote isn't what is actually occurring. Rather a play of networked racism, aiming for was subhumanism is ocurring. It's a red flag.
And sure, someone could in the mirror kill bees with kindness, disengage, work among a network to assign vague tasks, then go back over those areas, cherry pick anecdotes and string along those anecdotes into a characterization, and while we might be presenting ourselves in the mirror as kind and caring, the act of racism is noted. This may or may not be happening, though again, it isn't a matter of holding an individual suspect or thinking the worst of them. I don't actually do that in terms of the field of action. I do assume the best, though in terms of the way the environment arrangements when the racist shoe fits, I do being my basis of critical engagement, noting of matters not adding up. The primary matter is the very fact, that unlike stores I have observed out of state, there are absolutely no huddles to begin the day at all, with tasks and areas assigned. All retail positions I have ever worked, began with a disucssion with the supervisor, and or meeting to begin the day. It's odd and that act can be used, as the entire matter, by networked design, disengages a meeting of the mind for all employees and that can be used in a very bad way.
And sure, someone could in the mirror kill bees with kindness, disengage, work among a network to assign vague tasks, then go back over those areas, cherry pick anecdotes and string along those anecdotes into a characterization, and while we might be presenting ourselves in the mirror as kind and caring, the act of racism is noted. This may or may not be happening, though again, it isn't a matter of holding an individual suspect or thinking the worst of them. I don't actually do that in terms of the field of action. I do assume the best, though in terms of the way the environment arrangements when the racist shoe fits, I do being my basis of critical engagement, noting of matters not adding up. The primary matter is the very fact, that unlike stores I have observed out of state, there are absolutely no huddles to begin the day at all, with tasks and areas assigned. All retail positions I have ever worked, began with a disucssion with the supervisor, and or meeting to begin the day. It's odd and that act can be used, as the entire matter, by networked design, disengages a meeting of the mind for all employees and that can be used in a very bad way.
Shallow Pursuits and Commanding the Seas
Just fine among these waters really. More than happy to offer the poorest of all poor embodiments. When a group of minds go shallow, she runs deep.
Internet Surveils and Work Trails
My favorite part of this new form medium, is the way in which the activity can be observed. The matter can be used in a way to prop up irrationalizing context, like incessant video surfing, porn addictions (shitless purity rings on parade), the devil who loves words, words, words...so on and so forth. The issue though, among such a design, is there will be personalities, who follow the desire and motive, and naturally they will fuck with that motive and desire in a ways unexpected. I have those matters known to me and a few others. Similar to libriatics.org, which would be a new design, unexpected, there are ways of keeping tabs on matters, including matters of observation among employees, who seem to do what one order intends on doing to another order, in ignorant times, as the one, even on their own time, their embodiment, is in-need of falling suspect, though that's a matter from hermetic jibe, not so much out in the open when we are killing bees with honey. The intent, I don't assume as something bad...though among these performatives, among the ontology and epistemology (not word games) already established with my work, the entire matter, among my own designated forum can easily be misconstrued and removed from the context that I established, with rigor. I think the attitude is that, IF, there are enough irrational minds uniting, running the anecdotes, stringing along those anecdotes into a racialized characterization, by the very number, even if the method is entirely irrational and racist, one can steam roll over the one who isn't a proper embodiment, of irrational assertion, of a matter that lacks pre-justification, as if one of bounded faculty among a constituency of bounded faculty couldn't authoritatively call that irrational matter out. I am embodied for you, why? What establishes that basis, in terms of stabilizing foundation. If one doesn't have my background and isn't able to follow the arguments at hand (and it's fine, everyone can pick up some books and read, and even engage the minds), they then are able, this newfound "American" way, to unite by the irrational minds, play it irrationally by the numbers, empower to irrationally veneer over these matters and by such a design demand one, of authoritative logical design (not word games), to mindlessly embody for them like an animal. Absolutely not. It's not the American values system at all, considering citizenship is the basis, not irrational subjectship. But again, when the mindset is irrational, the focus is on how one embodies, and I do all to fail that irrational test, especially, when there wasn't an actual meeting of the mind first and foremost, and all measures to establish the very disengagement of a meeting of the mind that lends to strategic networked racism, like failing each and everyday to huddle with a team to assign tasks and discuss performance.
Now then there is that matter of sending someone who would fit the description of body in the mirror desires, which is obviously daddy bears. Which there is a daddy bear who is cute, but let's also be clear at PTC, when one says to a fellow supervisor I am a "real team player," and I have my ways of following certain matters, I'm going to fuck with you. It's how it goes...you want to show interest I'll just fling your ass across the frozen pond...I don't need a best foot forward, nor am I into folks who seem to, among their interesting file system, play oblivion when it's clear the records are on deck. So one can hold an interest, and yet, there, his secret networked place, operation freedom snatch, that entire play will certainly piss me off, even as we all look normal in the mirror. So glad a network is keeping an eye out, punning, as one has the potential of being one of their member's sex mannequins. Bravo.
Goverment can know and think whatever it likes...it's a regular camp training wheels these days....
Art Experiments
Among the considerations, of these odd arranging designs....I am painting a lot...creating my own mediums, and experimenting with line works and endeavors into matters subconscious. Some of it is literal, but there is a a lot of sculptural form and subject form morphing into matters that wouldn't be literal at all. Some of it with RB, but a lot is simply going to remain in the physical form, and I likely list it too, especially items that aren't at all commercial. I just need that dynamic between Tapestry Caravan which is more decor, and another project that is more toward art for art sake space. If it fails on the market, then I have succeeded, lol.
The Irony of Classism
It's just this absurdity, of the context of it. There is always this need for classism to involve first, material frame, and then second the one who raises the notion is to be in the mirror desiring a hand out. There is that version of classism but that is entirely ignorant bullshit. The classism that has a substantial basis, would be an irony, as the one who raises the notion, classism, doesn't actually care about it. Meaning, among talls and smalls, there is a group that lives for matters of civilization and culture, mindful rigors, arts, etc... We like processes, of which it takes very little to enjoy a life of wealth. The talls though have a very different experience in relation to matters in the middle, among certain minds orienting toward a mirror, where money, wouldn't be people making money, but money making the people, of which their entire system of respect and consideration would be governed by such a superficial notion. So, the smalls, who would fail that respect test, even if they exhibit mindful rigors, a love for the arts, books etc...including good standing of official record, would have a group of people orient to them entirely different even if their desires were very similar to their counterparts in the talls position, who exceed the test of those asserting money makes the person. It's a "heaven" on earth, "hell" on earth design, even if one holds interest in matters similar, of a non-superficial basis. So then lord of the flies scenario ensues, of which the one who is simply out and about creating, then has to address the hermetic jibe and arrangements gunning for their very existence, from plays to hire and fire, not on the basis of a defined task at hand, but rather the one who is to exist in an information-less black box of sorts, with various observations, anecdotes, of which string along into irrational characterizations and framed deficits along with disengaging assertions of mental states and vague statements, like the one who is crazy. This pattern. So the one of a similar design as the talls incessantly finds themselves fighting off matters aiming toward their violent disregard, of which classism does play that role, even if they are not interested in classism. There is that irony, of which even those gunning in relation to the one who doesn't pass their test in the mirror, the words, the measures to keep one's blood from being smeared, raises these issues, of which can be used, by irrational agents, to further disengage, to further irrationalize until one is dead. So even when one says classism, one in a talls spot, favoring irrational agency, can then attempt to flip matters into a context that aims to hold the rational agent among irrational agency. The one who simply wants what someone else has. Or the one who is full of word games, or suffering from worry and doubt, of which naturally they need a drummed up, synthetic deity, the mickey version, to save them. Stuff like that.
And note, the polemics are over, so the mentality isn't this play of simulated psychosis that can be modeled informatically, of which at the end of that project again, I tapped Guattari, to pull out of these matters, which sends a strong signal to certain minds, I wasn't lost in these matters. Much like before I began the polemics project, I was in Chicago, at a Gay Bar, of which a certain academic arrived, while I was reading Moby Dick, of which we can consider killing moon. Not lost among these words, words, words, and yes, these words, words, words, considering the behaviors surrounding me, are very much needed.
The Bullshit Notion of Word Games
There can be a portrayal, of the devil with the microphone (among the play of dichotomy).
Or matters like attempting to fill up a hole
The ruby slipper game is lame as shit type of portrayal as well...the lovers mind trap...
This may or may not be the case, though, I appreciate the freedom of speech, considering the informatic layer, observably and measurably, of a newer form does flip the script, even in terms of cultural meaning. Words as embodied truths, wouldn't hold a logic, nor is there a basis for it. Rather, there are these considerations, critical, non-critical, among informatic measures. So words can be okay. Talking can be okay, as there are ways of ensuring constructive outcome, as well as an understanding of the relation of these words. And, it's fun.
It's this odd dynamic of assertions of no need for words, just puppy dogs and love kittens for all, patriarchy, mickey inc, just look around at all of the magic, that's the ticket to life, which is blasting one's brain straight to the surface, in the mirror, numbing one down to trace the patterns of bad behavior typically dolled up in earth angel stylings (disengage, assertions of embodied truth, observe her, nice as ice machine), which does great for money laundering and trafficking...then there is the critical measure crew, matriarchy (Process Flow, Bee Stings, Bite, Fight, melt the nice as ice, break the glasshouse, expose smiling corruption), that isn't going to appreciate grabbing one by the hand in terms of sentiment, of which mickey will get a letter.
...and maybe the middle finger....That is, the word game notion attempts to irrationally portray argumentation and a meeting of the mind as one attempting to embody a performance of irrational agency, of no greater good other than embodied performance, of this top-down environmental ordering, that lacks a pre-justification, a logical basis, as to why one should or would embody a performance, and again of pre-justification not post-justification, considering we reason insofar, of bounded faculty, so that meeting of the mind is absolutely necessary in terms of stabilizing foundation, of grounding into stabilities of environmental consistency, of which if one cannot keep up or follow the argumentation, that wouldn't be word games, but rather one, of a particular value system, would note there needs to be inquiry and connection, again that meeting of the mind, if one is upholding again a particular order, of which they may not care to uphold such measure and might not even care as it is much easier to diengage such demand for rigor, and treat this body to irrational treatments as a source of authoritarian power, to reign supreme over the critical logical mind in a particular way that silences and promotes the violence toward one of this design, as one should simply serve as embodied subject for them, of a particular societal design, of a particular behavior, associated with violent societies. Like a good puppy dog or house cat, as long as one is playing up to feel good sentiment, then one is allowed to hold work and have a life, of the goosestep mentality, which wouldn't be citizenry at all, but rather something noted of in relation to religious state toward totalitarian regime. If the hollow body doesn't play up to the sentiments, then a play of never around, kill bees with honey ensues, along with networked racism, of hermetic jibe, of requests to cherry pick anecdotes and irrationally portray the mind that can be treated simply on the basis of sentiment, as an animal, even if all looks normal in the mirror. It's this matter that occurred throughout written record, and a behavior carefully traced before the Holocaust, including the first indication, involving aggression towards the artists first, of those emphasizing process, of the area that were killed in CO2 chambers. Many were surveiled and framed in relation to humane concerns for their mental health, and in the name of humanitarian cause, the policy makers determined it was best to assist with their struggles by killing them in these trial chambers before the holocaust. Again, of a particular human design, that a keep it tight group, on the basis of sentiment, hated, and in lock step, dolled up a s humane and peaceful, they pushed toward a trajectory, that by design, does result in wars and genocide, even if it "feels" good to be a part of a group that seems to make living so easy. The equation is balancing for everyone with little effort, and yet, that would never be the case. This is simply context in relation to this dynamic between matriarchal and patriarchal influences. Which crosses to Hypatia, the earth angel play, the all is happy, healthy, positive, would be the needed veneer to do some pretty horrible things to people of a differing design and it has repeated throughout written record, and it is a pattern that is aligning within certain regions of the United States, even as all looks happy and okay. The Olympics in Germany before the more aggressive form of death camps manifested, people at an event aimed for peace, upon interviews, upon the seeing is believing, therefore the air we breath mentality, noted matters looked normal, which is precisely what was needed for violent matters to proceed. As for the air breathed, as for the processes of behavior traced with the mind's eye...when it's so easy to live well, why care to look into such matters or take matters seriously. Especially when one is now FREE to doll up a mind of rigor as crazy, for example, one, full of word games. This is what I mean. When that veneer is permitted, to disengage and portray, and for one not of the same background to make assertions, without those of similar background stepping in to make clear one doesn't have that background, very bad things do happen, and it will start with those of a particular design, of artistry, of process, of class design that is the first trial of a peaceful, loving, humanitarian group, here to care in a way that is entirely disrespectful and lazy in terms of mental rigors. Why hold such mental rigors when there can be mental health, for example? We've been here before.
*Note Depeche Mode presentations resonate with Eleusinian Mysteries, think of Plato and Aphrodite Urania, so it would be odd in terms of referencing notions of patriarchy in relation to say these presentations. However, I am referencing the influence, of emphasizing matters of sentiment, precluding a meeting of the mind, which would be this irrationalizing measure. However, in terms of one bonding in relation to love beyond the surface, including caring in the way of holding rigor, of ensuring there is a meeting of the mind, an understanding needed for stabilizing foundation, by design. So likely, DM is emphasizing this love beyond the surface care, though without that meeting of the mind, to be purely sentimental, isn't going to bode well for those of a similar design on a margin in relation to those who are purely sentimental in a way that detests their design, as written record has traced. So I would say in relation to DM, be a bit careful on that one, among the upper echelons the message makes perfect sense, but I would say for the so-called lower echelon (material isn't such a big deal, creating is where it is) on these material margins, dealing with a crowd that flipped people making money into money making the people, worthy of respect, that message can easily fuel violence. We can hold love in our hearts, but that isn't going to be enough, when considering the pattern at play, what a purely sentimental state fosters. Animals are sentimental. Humans have a greater capacity that allows us to stabilize our environment. The arguments are to matter, if we are to remain civil. I think that has been in question though, as certain behaviors, that were not permitted in the US historically, of a sharp focus on even matters of fighting for, are now testing the waters. Why? Personally, I think assessments in the mirror and embodied performances, of looking the part rather than being the part, ill-found aims to make life easier, and the cost, the violence, can simply be handled by the next generations. Again, of this pattern among written record, of these times of corruption, that look so...upright, and yet, with a critical eye and mindful rigor, one can see, typically after the fact, the era of the polished pucker was full of shit after all.
"Angels" Marching in a straight line...fire on the runway....feeling new, seeming used....
She's to be caught up in the mirror play, binary playground, flowing. Move her like a controller.
Her ruby slippers, falling from the sky...the golden ticket for all who are to conquer the emerald city...ITAL-CAP...summoning Constantinople....Constantine...Constantine....where did you go? Oh yes, your followers, on the flip the script plan...something like winners never quit, quitters never win to that fine play of quitters win and winners quit....We are all just the same, don't you want to play...just sign on the dotted line...and deliver her to a controversial hell...Be a good body, not like hers (we had her on the hit list since grade school)....Keep it tight baby....Smile...Take pride, be your very own star, you're so close and yet you are so far....(This fine celebration of era) in that entirely fucked up way....be a good ho(e) and hang a fucking cross baby. DVNO calling cards, inc...Dick on Expensive Shit, inc...Decoded Flows Code the Machine....Thriving in the Mirror, like a Saint....She's Not at the Angelic Table and Talking...She bleeds...
What happened to Hypatia? Christian Social Party? Nazism? Violent? But we were Angels! We are shining, polished puckers. Normal. Righteous. Full of shit. And She. She's? Fuck the rigor, she's just word games, tar and feather that bitch...rinse and repeat.
And remember nice as ice...be sure to drink your OvalTV...Realize your "normal" fucked up self...boil your eggs today...gut out the process, after all, he died for our fucking sins ho(e)s....Stay Tuned
Shall we dance...Order of the fake ass angelic accord, on the in, the good word, aka slaves to the audio....Delusions Galore...Be...kind...to her...Mickey Clown 1, Mickey Clown 2, Mickey Clown 3...be kind to her...hold her hand on the basis of sentiment, Mickey! Be HAPPY! Remember, she's just word games. She needs our help. Surveil and spin the intelligence. There's no telling what she's going to do. Let's pretend, so we can be sooo fucking real. Be Safe and Sound on the Law of Averages...Deus ex machina...
Live, on American Radio, as with Tradition...From the ancient world...
But now...the new design of the United States...as North Korea...she is to be erased....it's all about the market...all about the numbers...all intentions were good....shhhhhhhhhhh.....let all in power go for what is easy...to pretend...to take a smile in the mirror at face value...smile...do a great job in that way....the New and Improved....Death on the looking alive plan...Congrats. Running the show is so much easier now.
...could not find me there....
...teleological wah wah....teleological goo goo....we have observed, we have assessed, we were here but we couldn't find him there...where are we?
The STARS just too far...living the life baby
Circa Cuntissimo. Tonight, live, from the Television Screen...the road to Self-Realization. Be Free, in such a fucked up way. Smile. It's so normal. Be in his bed all night along. She has checked the hell out.
Be Pure and in the Mirror
Have at it. Mirror it up. Smile. Be kind. Be blessed. Do you loves. It looks so nice, but that mirror play is fucking evil. And the consensus among gossip, of the normal, of the nice, of the good people together, bullshit.
Holydrug Couple
I come to work to work. Do you. I'm good, so long as you don't carry on like you are universal to me. I'll come straight for your fake smiling asses if that is the attitude. I will fucking run up on your ass so hard. You have no idea. I'm not into love in the mirror, nor am I into carrying on like she doesn't exist, of metaphysical enounter among rigors... Sounds crazy. Sounds insane. Split the categories loves. Do you. Do your path. Find that inner calling that resonates. Fuck with my path and I am burning this bitch fucking down. Fire and flames baby. Keep fucking with me.
So you read what I said, on my own time, in my own damn house, and on my site...
And when we can't even question the construct of this language that I even challenge or that we have certain freedoms....I mean, when you can't help but run up on my avenues so you can drum up an issue because I need to be your focus, even though I'm living my own damn life, and you, no, not a focus...and if you started a site and talked all kinds of shit, even about me...I'd laugh and love that shit. Be fucking free. TALK-TALK. Do your own thing, and make clear, some smiling face wants me to associate with their holy whatever the fuck...that never happened. At all. Never any topic like that brought up by me, but you want to call me heaven, or talk about your church, I'll move the conversation elsewhere. I didn't bring that shit up, and yet you want to drop that theme on my ass all the damn time. Why? I'm there to work. What happened to showing up to work, to work. By all means, save yourself each and everyday. I'm here to work. Bless yourself however you please. I'm here to work. I'm good. You found your thing, that's great too. Start running me into an equation that wasn't mine....as even made clear when I was younger, and that's disrespect...and not a matter of what someone writes on their own time and own their own forum, but at a place of work, where it's about work. You want to do your spiritual thing, it's fine....just don't run that fucking game, of dropping these themes on my ass and then running the mouth with lies that have not a fucking thing to do with me or my belief system..and the play is incessant because I am indeed the lowest on the totem...so for many, why not? It's not like there would be any consequences with the behavior since it is me.
Is this disturbance? Or, would this be standing one's ground when there is a serious respect issue. Fuck nice nothing, especially when I see some daggers gunning for my back. Piss off with that smiling bullshit. By all means, I'm glad you found your path and it is opening you up to amazing things. Go for it. Not hating on you or your relationship to creation, etc... The issue arrives when one's path becomes universal to everyone, and anyone who claps back at that disrespect, treated to absurd notions like word games to further promote behaviors that gun for the disrespect in relation to someone who has their own damn path. Do your path. By all means. I'm doing mine and when you keep dragging me off of that path, I'm striking up the performative and getting ready to take the hell, fire, and fury, to the next level. Fuck your ABSOLUTE universalism loves. Fuck the insecurity of that. You found your path and what is working for you, love it. You want to act like you are the answer to me, it's a fucking fight. You want to lie to people like I'm on the sheeple plan, I'm coming right back at you for that shit. I wouldn't do that to you, and yet, it's okay to do that to me. No fucking way.
I'm on the non-universal plan, and I don't reject universalism, and yet, that doesn't mean I embrace the shit. One can make the claim, but how does that claim to being universal ever become substantiated....But it seems, like in college, there are some assholes, gunning on behalf of the church, in relation to the one of my design, of which is noted of throughout written record, fucking lying out of their asses about my affiliations, even to the point that I will mock the fuck out of these lies. Sure thing assholes. I'm a gay sheepdog, there to protect your flock and your Shepard. By day, a sheeple hero, by night, a dirty gay sheepdog slut. I fit right in, even though I fucking don't and you fucking know that need for my association among the bullshit smiles, isn't for my fucking belonging. What pisses me off the most, are certain folks, who should know that intelligence play, going with the hearsay, and joining in on the gun for the creative horseshit, all the while proclaiming to understand these matters of strife throughout history, and you know fighting for the rights of those of a particular design, and then once the class is over, once the powerpoint is finished, hearsay, and gunning for the one of this particular design with church intelligence. All of it, fucking bullshit. Live your own fucking life loves. I've got mine. Again, this isn't from a place of hate. It's a respect issue.
Networked Games
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.
Sexual Purity, lol
I think of Aldous Harding's Fixture Picture you can't be pure and in love. And the setting, among the Mother. Again, think sourdough bread... For art, I love spaces like this. Very much an imspiring matter.
The Studio
It's about 40 toes with plywood. I see the nice art spaces, with desks, tables, and decor. It's not my thing. I like totes with stickers on them along with sheets of wood that turn into table tops and easels. Considering the various projects I do, in terms of study, I do need a space that is entirely dynamic, so I do like, at times, the visual of the nice art space, with physical furniture, though I question the inspiration. Meaning, the mother, the complexity among the splatters of paint and colors left over from the last session, like a good sour dough bread for example, there is this ongoing development in relation, that inspires. I just can't relate to an artist that likes a clean table top or clean pallets. It seems like a missed opportunity to me. To each their own, and we do have our processes that work for us. Still, I take note of the difference I have with most artists. I'm not so much into permanent studios, but bohemian makeshift studios. Something where one can quickly transform the space and the setup, and we could easily move it around, from indoors to outdoors etc...and totes are my preferred furniture. In part, because it connects with the days of yore with collegiate debate, but also working at a fine dining gig in NOLA, where the tables were literally plywood with utilitarian legs screwed into the plywood, which once the table cloth is thrown on top with the accoutrements, it looks like a million bucks, and yet, guests were eating on plywood. Something about painting on plywood as well. I like it. There is this sobering measure at play, even as we doll our lives up. It's simply an illusion, so no need to take matters too seriously when all involves the dolling up of our existence, of our time, of our needs, of our issues, etc...Plywood to me indicates we can live in the moment and let everything else pretend. Something like that. It's just an interesting relation. There is an metaphysical aspect to the bohemian makeshift studio style that is more than something utilitarian. Again, its' a relation to experiences and symbols among those experiences that I have come to appreciate. I always see jewelry, tattoos, fashion, with these universal symbols, but I always wonder the personal connections one could have with such symbology that is entirely controlled by matter among the mirror. Where are the symbols of intimate interactions, of going through life. Where is the tattoo of plywood, jewelry, etc... Plywood is everywhere, surely someone else has had some kind of bond to the material. Why not wear a necklace with plywood as the emblem? My mom loves her leaf blower. I think she should have a necklace with a leaf blower on it. The leaf blower is a ritual for her. She's excited everytime she reaches for the contraption, that to me, is an orchestral monstrosity. Still, she has that bond, so why not celebrate that relation with personal symbology. I think this is getting to that distance i have for people with permanent studios. I typically see something that seems like IKEA or a step up, and yet, of a similar style, and I wonder where are the personal relations with the material facilitating the art. To me that's important when I consider the artists that stand out the most to me. Their process dominates even as I observe the forms their process manifested, and typically, it seems at least, all details are considered including the spaces where the work is conducted, and typically, there are these...connections throughout the space. It's not really thumbing my nose at someone who does something different, but I must say, with a lot of the insta-face forums and YT videos, there does seem to be a disconnect though again, the spaces are beautiful. I just couldn't find myself enjoying art in such a space though. Again, to each their own.
Dichotomy Sandwiches
Just reflecting fast, on matters of members among a dichotomy, us-them and vice versa (and the band them are us too), of which the presentation of that dichotomy remains in the mirror, of which can then be used to make a dichotomy sandwich. To catch the one targeted, in-between, of matters involving violent disregard, of which the dichotomy in the mirror isn't actually the focused dichotomy of violence. So for example, we could have religious tradition 1 and religious tradition 2, of which one struggles to find peace, to unite, to understand, and yet, among both sides, minds not like someone of a particular nature will find themselves to be, thanks to a spin of intelligence on both sides, the subject of controversy. We could have other dichotomies in the mirror as well, such as ethnicity, arbitrary characteristic, geographic locations, etc...of which like minds each on the other side reiterate the dichotomy, the need to overcome the dichotomy in such a way that reinforces that dichotomy that is so useful at targeting the underlying matters of actual dichotomy, of which holds consistent measure, of this notion of patriarchy in relation to matriarchy, of which each will have their natures. I like Prince's Video Controversy to sum the matters up in a way that hones in on the play of the language itself, and the intelligence, that aims simply for controversy, as that is all that would be needed to drive the divide that aims for violence, as your earth angels in the mirror, emphasizing a need to come together to keep with the struggle for a better tomorrow, all the while that entire matter is gunning for the violence in relation to an actual dichotomy unspoken. This world is...violent, often times dolled up as nice nothing.
For me, I wouldn't invest in these TALK-TALK measures so directly. Rather, like painting, there is this form, and more interestingly, there is this newfound substrate with the capacity to produce dynamic interactivity among the splitting of category. It's a good art, and my focus hones in on these matters of design, of which the words will veil, in relation to the form traced, of this arranging form among interactions with a given environment. I actually enjoy this a lot, largely because of this internet form, of which I never even used it until my senior year in high school, so I have this outside-inside perspective in relation that will remain distinct to a very small age group that had that experience. And the words....the language, the development assumed of our communications, very much in question. My work does highlight how our communicative form isn't developed, even though yes, these splits to assist in highlighting the ways in which matters interact and arrange in our environment, albeit in a form too simplified to offer stabilizing foundation. In the future, post nor an form of dynamic forms of language, including establishing real-time tacit knowledge among aggregates, which will make the lives of those running the show...much easier, in terms of keeping matters from falling off the rails. There is this ability to succinctly establish the fulcrum points of such activities, etc...
It's fun to me, though it does take a lot out of me, at least when I was involved in matters of polemic. It's contribution, and the chapter has closed. Still, I have been reflecting, as I walk through that doorway, and simply do what I want to do, and that is to hone in my final endeavor, painting, and with a process that is thoroughly enjoyed and considers all aspects of the process, and it seems, these matters are coming together. I think of artists like Wolfgang Laib and Polly Apfelbaum. The really good institutional stuff where, to me, at least when I say good, means that there is such a meditative focus and love for the involved process, of which a viewer, myself, interacts with the manifestation in the museum, and yet, the object by design, doesn't dominate at all, rather I'm simply left to connect more so with this process the artist holds connection with. It's not so literal when I say this. Wolfgang to me though is an easy example to follow. Imagine walking into a large room, an open space, and in the middle simply a pile of pollen collected over a long duration, with color that seems to defy all colors seen before and inundated with, even on the way to the museum. Pollen? Of which it's easy for one to immediately explore what that would be like, in terms of a visual, sure, like a field for example, among mountains who knows, but then to be in such a field spending time collecting, in that way, the noise of the void, the connection...Something like that, since we are among this literal forum. Something different. Differences that make differences, and that doesn't mean for the others, but rather for the one who connects to that matter of actual love, which has little to do with bodies in the mirror. A space away from Dichotomy Sandwiches.
The Goal...
Tapestry, I like, but ultimately I want everything to be minimal in terms of digital editing, in large part, due to the AI horseshit. I say horseshit, simply because by AI design a lot of sound digital techniques that are readily available will become an act of genericide, as someone who isn't at all artistic in terms of process, will type up with a particular engine, with a particular style and give variations of that particular style. It will be everywhere, in the same way many bands were over played in the late 90s, as the "market" took priority and killed off matters of cultural intrigue. In the future, all things digital will experience genericide hell in my view. Just type what you need and you too can have your very own Levittown look alike. You are the new kind of artist, congrats. Now new artists among other new artists, on the count of 3 let us all faux-creatives goosestep straight into a stunting hell of cultureless nothing. It's snarky, and sure, okay matters may or may not be the case, but I've seen this before with music, now it's art. The artists, when in Nashville, with apps like Napster, but there were more than that, and musicians were losing control of their productions, much like you see that with painters and digital artists today. Their avenue isn't going to sustain...unless you are high on the hog, then that's a different scenario, especially considering being among networked activity and matters like art and taxes, etc.. Still, among the everyday, that ability to control becomes more difficult. Even Tapestry, someone could scrape the images, train, and then the aesthetic is a few words away. Again though, that's digital. Analogue, or physical medium, if the production is kept to a minimum in terms of digital, and simply painted and sold, there is still this ability to hold a line in relation to one's production I think, so long as the production has developed enough to become distinctive. For me, the goal is to focus more on the analogue, move away from the digital and internet stuff, though I would keep TC going, but preferring an emphasis on minimal edits and styles that are a bit more canvas to digital friendly. Meaning, post scanning very little needs to be adjusted in terms of color and we can simply post. IDK.
The internet is...a virtual grid, and it's interesting to explore and create with these words, words, words...though is it something I would want to do indefinitely...no. I like the fact that this is a distinctive avenue for our time, but unless I am further developing something, like an informatic, it is a bit of a time suck I think. It's still interesting, to write...but it's very much mirror play, unless we are engaging the informatic, and even with the informatic, I just think eventually, when you have enough grey hairs, you simply want to live day by day.
So the ultimate goal, is a day by day routine, without the internet, painting canvases and painting for a quick digital post with very little editing. A happy routine if you will...
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