Pounding...lol-a....
LOLA...L.O.L.A...SOULA....
OMG don't cry for me ARG...EN...TINA.....of pirates, of walls...IT-A, IT-A, EH, EH...
Comedic binary play? To be with Jerusalm...oooh, la la....that Star of David Bling....Money, Money, Money....I'm to be (or not to be) wet....categorical splits upon a colonial medium...and that would bring about an understanding....shhhh....there there...
This wouldn't be a stretch, possibly of imagination, and yet, when there are so many opportunities to consume... Butt, rather a recollection of that very expensive Star of David at the banana table, Peachtree City, coupled with that expression...burr it's cold, like the cobra man video...There wouldn't be antagonism or hatred (much like there wouldn't be an Epstein list naturally, nor camera footage of the death, surprise), or even false love in relation to the consideration...to be a toddler, with a matriarch hugging you while jerking your hair back as hard as she can...always...to be in-need of this being residing upstairs, among a particular design...flowers in the attic any one....Alice McBaise...Other Voices Other Rooms...or finding out the uncles and likely the father figure fucking the sister figure at such a young age....all they way to that fine moment of an abortion....this was before debute as the Elton John opening at the Omni, 70s, of course...to take note of those odd moments, of a clown, who said nothing upon greeting...Mesopotamia and ancient water...no initiate of the process of languge needed, and yet, by all means, please do read...there is this matter of the map...but when something is entirely off the map...It would be nice for folks to understand but few will...which isn't an exclusive reward...quite the opposite...I take note of the ordinary life and remain mesmerized...Why this, even as IT is? Let us all pretend...
And to be clear, oh deer, there wouldn't be notions of ill-will, but rather curiosities among the puzzle games that a group of us like to play...It's like a hand & hand session, not so much a circle jerk, but rather spinning among, blurring lines surround, as the rest simply do all to keep from being swept up, like a cornucopia of chaos uprooting all that make their way toward this path...I guess there is no place like home...Sure...there's a puzzlebox somewhere around here, just for her needs...a curious cat indeed...That's what I mean. It's not an easy world or life...it's an ancient hell...so it's not this matter of...disregard or disrespect...rather something else would be involved...like a pair of fingers in the mouth...Twos for the Tows of a split...Fours, like fore...G.O.L.F....Road Bow(e)ling Corks...wheels spinning...A machinery that simply follows through among those on the line...few could excite among this dance on the line...but to be on that line...among plenty who never make it...of course sitting pretty isn't all that pretty either...granted the windows do have a red rose colored tint to them...but when we follow the cost of all the pretty little things, and one is made to look so pretty...it's internalized fire at best...there's always foraging and taking chances in the wild...Seems to be a bit less beastly than the civilized forms of survival...
Considerations...and in relation to the art I am developing, which will be relating to the notion of cultural memory...within the context of Western civilization...but that part is being left out...Meaning...the light has shifted again..the context of this writing has changed entirely, but it's something that isn't followed, unless one does have an insight on what I am currently doing, of which I can think of someone who does have that insight...
It's not much a diffult matter to follow...we have these splits, like hot and cold, good and evil, of which the contradictions are inevitable and those contradictions collapse among this institutional form...it's a lot of paths and it's a lot of that matter...leave in silenec type of affair considering Depeche mode...then throw in the informatic, which is worthwhile and different...but even with that said...culture has been my interests...throughout, even before formal academics, though it wouldn't be so interesting if it were upon a foundation of categorical splits such as this. Rather, it's this notion of cultural memory, like paintings juxtaposing with the formations of a cave wall, indicating...like that of a symbolic impression more so than a literal flat-line...The hustle bones matter is always in play incessantly, now that we have the internet...It's a lot of bubblegum POP....Like waves crashing into a hum....so there isn't this intention for anyone to hold any sense of a bearing to matters, which makes sense, otherwishe if not one experieincing the getting racked guillotine, then the white rose is at the guillotine...it's a given, so that's even what I mean, when I say my focus isn't on this other, of which I am in-need...I like my bohemian mess...it's a better way of living...Much like I wish I could rent a dormitory rather than an apartment...I like the dynamic of privacy and commune, of something that ads more value than an entirely private living quarters. There's less value in that, and yet, it's promoted as the way to go, and it sucks. It's the F.R.E.E world with limited options as usual. But I do like the Tragic and Comic focus of life...even if we were before a murder scene, even if we were sitting pretty among the Western appratus designed to transform all that take an interest into road kill...simply imagining designer luxury with a spew of roadkill blood all over the windows....and upon festival...simply a quick stop at the drive-in car wash to wave to the smiling periphery through rose-tinted blood stained glass...giving no indication of the cost of these niceties...Something like that...Tragic and Comic, is something that is relatable among all walks of life. I think that is why I gravitate toward this...It is this pounding laughter, among a disturbing juxtaposition of everything...and I don't think memory would be so conscious...all we be forgotten first...and on record, at best an afterimage not an image, in regards to matters that sustain, matters even worthwhile in terms of matters institutional. As for what is developed, much like something on a cave wall...the originatting webs surrounding the cultural morsel, wouldn't remain. Generations glimpse at the entrails of something...cultural it might not be, it could simply be a cooking recipe, say, for bull nut soup...you never could be sure of that, but in relation to arranging patterrns of a particular consistency among the entrails...and then to interact between, to synthesize, to stream the consciousness, as subconscious affair...to break the ego of siloing knowledge, and simply to allow the patterns to run through, without a need to hold stern to any sense of significance. The interactivity between, the subconscious play among, seems to indicate that motioning from afterimage, from an exposure, into a cultural development that offers something memorable, that isn't something merely left behind. For a given time though, there isn't like the possibility of preserving anything cultural, as that requires a layering among the records over a duration greater than a span of singular lived experience. The institutions can provide the cultural as one archives the entrails, and yet, the entrails, the way in which such entrails are preserved would be worthwhile, considering how that will embed into a potential for something cultural. To me, it's why I think an interest in culture and to put forth the time and energy into exploring these matters is a failure in the tragic comic sense, which is a success, like the notion of nothing failing like a success and nothing succeeding like failure, of some full-circle affair that upon notions of critial discourse like Baudrillard transform into a mobius split as one attempts to distinguish the authentic from presentation, of a splitting as we compare continuous, into distortions that offer an emergence of DNA play, to code machines in such a way, like decoded flows. There wouldn't be this Teleo grasp among the process...it's like floors caving inward, as if a stabilizing nesting will form as we reach some level of saturation, and yet, until one is throughly enmeshed in a way where that notion subsides...where the water flows in a way that isn't dancing aroud many silos any longer...the interactivity is running through uninhibited or less inhibited. This would be more likely the space for cultural memory, as again, there is a layering of record, an arranging interactivity among these consistencies, developing from the afterimages of entrails. This sharply contrasts with metalities embracing matters of the era that are common paths, like achieving some sort of plastic pyramid existence. There is, for the culturalist, not commercialist, this differing way of living, not of a capitalization of dirt empire, but rather a capitalization of some type of tragic comic deprivation, and despite matters at the surface, this motioning of sorts, is't so good at reflecting an discernible image, but rather, offers matters, of a particular dynamic that slower waters reflecting, or ice shining, couldn't understand, of which the knower, the all knowing, the universal, the silo, is the very basis of a disconnect from cultural memory. There isn't much to say other than buying and consuming at that point, which to each their own. I'm not so concerned with the normatives,seems like a lot of differences make the world work out for everyone, but if one is into culture, creating and squandering seems sound in relation to such an interest. Of course, the pounding of LOL-A, will still be had. Few are going to opt into a life of cultural exploration over commercial exploration. It's not something that I disregard. I respect that path as well and there are benefits I get in relation to these differences. I'm grateful for that. Even with that said though, few would really believe there is something genuine in relation to a differing path such as this. It's the ego on the silo plan, of which that tragic comic life lived, that pounding, among the Lol-IT-A-grade reflections, stories to tell requiring the clear-veiew mirror, will always aim at siezing the day. Waters that move faster than a clear view, do find easy ridicule, and it to is something that has to be accepted at some point. The framing of such a choice, such an emphasis, to gravitate toward something cultural rather than commercial, will find mockery, even if it isn't intended to deliver outright disrespect, there will be at almost all times, from experience, a flippancy toward the life lived. At best, one is like that of a cute little child-like mind, rather than involved in any matter so serious as the silos and the stern reflections of ice and slow form reflections. Again though, that's not culture, but rather a webbing, like cold static distortion. There isn't much to be said of that even as everything is being said. It really is this pounding...like people at the dinner table laughing and all the blood rushing to ones head where everything simply freezed in-frame, and yet the sounds keep moving, the conversation continues, and one takes that in, but the image remains still...it doesn't move, the eyes will not let the visual sync with the sound anylonger, a malfunction, a psychological state of sorts...the head and face are pulsating, tensioning, frame frozen, sound moving on, disconnecting, along with a trauma that forgot what was in motion among the afterimage etched...curious to understand as waves of interactivity move in-between, arranging, synthesizing, among a webbing, and yet, moving in relation to a webbing lost. Meaning, I think when among these considerations of culture, something consciously understood isn't so important, rather it's the fluid interactivity, the relentless play among streams, subconscious interplay, that are willing to be at a loss, considering cultural memory involves forgetting to remember. Even these traditions that are aiming for their members to be found, are at a loss with the culturalist, as the knowledge running through would be the emphasis not the silo of understanding for the egos contentment. Again, it's not a universal or superior way that I am asserting, but rather a way among the many ways we all live, of corresponding in relation to matters that possibly inspire, or simply fit in relation to our flows...some will emphasize in a way where the imagery deflects. That's not the majority, but regardless, by the very nature of our dynamic design, there will be that existence, of which the insecurity in relation, wouldn't understand. How can ice understand the brush of a rapid, unless one is somehow transformed by the interaction. Most of the time, it's simply a passing by, as the motioning remains in the given lane, among the given design. All can be well, though rapids among ice wouldn't be likely graceful and rapids among slow water isn't possible. Again, there is an impasse by design, and there is this flippant sense among the reflections of shadow show thinking. The forms aren't among a hierarchy unless we do require such delusions. It's just, that impasse, that pounding, as the difference asserts that impasse.
In the meantime...
...among the getting to know, encode...Dead or Alive Disco Ball Shadow Show (Plato's Closet)...Wheres that Andy Warhol interview guide?...tell me what to say...as these strings have it...on the line...to understand...open door...buying or thinking?...consumptive endeavor...If not creating, that is? Strike up the laughing track...strike up the Renegade breakdown...Decoded Flows Code the Machine...Weeeeeeeeeee....
Death Grips: Hustle Bones Out My...Just Keep Spinning...Turn, Turn, Turn...
Pursuit...Result is Anew...Turn, Turn, Turn...Death Grips...
Vulture upon a skull...Got the Juice...Life....Caught up....O.J.O.K.....G.O....
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Tong Zi Dan Green Eggs and Ham Idiologie
Once upon a time...
Out in the world...(Remembering 80s "It's My Life"...then the 90s "It's My Life"...A cultural shift...I think of little box by little box...Visigoths....Arian Christianity rejecting the trinity...Nice-Scene Christianity Embracing....Anti-Semitic renditions (& silencing echoes of their bleeding heart friends..Palestinians, Philistines, Mycenaeans..shhh...Israelies on communes...shh...poor dears....ring around the...painting the roses red) all over again....Irony is a dead scene....diversity of love all caught up into a binary production involving a diversity of hate....rainbow flags as the new Ku Klux Klan Veil....She's an egg....She's a process.....all caught up....networked eyes have her prancing and dancing...body move-meant....killing on the dance floor.....Dead or Alive...Dichotomy Sandwiches, the loving all photo-op, wolves in sheeps' clothing dolling up sheep in wolves' clothing...championing peace among controversies drumming up, catching bleeding hearts all up in yet another orhestration of it's all just so confusing...where shall we ever turn....oh yes, to the wolf in sheep's clothing...win-win to the lose-lose bind...poor Venus....She's no match for the one on the stage championing world peace among this violence, on that winning big, dick on expensive shit, part, guiding in the safe and sound way....who doesn't like a little laundering in their pocket...sheeple for the steeple, and when the tent is SO BIG...no more housing crisis....someone we can all trust...you know, the one who already wrote the hitlist before the bombs hit the poor dear, bleeding heart villages...shhhhh....white rose....red rose...painting the roses red?...5-Point stars....Medici & 5 blood oranges...5 senses...Unicorn Tapestries....HE IS....it's all so entertaining, it's so confusing, it's cold static overload, it's flyentology help, it's...just follow the leader...trust us...all is well under the sun...angels in the mirror are here for you...Let's TALK-TALK, with this colonial language lent....something, a power likes to H-ear...H-Bombs...as for the construct?....jabberwalkie, looking glass?....don't worry, be happy...here, have some drugs...there there...fear no more...you have us -- nevermore....Bodies on parade -- Perched...)
Everybody in the Place...
Tickets, to the living it up campaign... Neon River...Tong Zi Dan....
Surely one will find a way to desire at some...point...a dot in the sky...Visigoths...little box by little box...Alice on her way...Ancient Water's & That Slide...
And at some point, comes a time...waters twist and turn, slowing....
Here comes the SON...Be a good little geisha....It's Dare.....Try this yellow brick road instead...Psychic Attack...Ass2Mars....Over the shoulder...Motherfather...Unsmart Lady & That Scratchcard Lanyard...On and On...Renegading --IT...Let us talk among a good word...in his image...to understand in this way...surely one of these yellow brick roads is -- THE TICK-TOCK-ET (HE IS) -- road to self-realization..., The puzzle is solved...fucked, and realized on that "Win When?" plan...That Chromeo Juice....Platinum Distortions for a white rose...Angry birds on the red rover plan...Oedipal delights....Mirror Stuck on Repeat before we got here, and when we leave... Mirror Stuck on Repeat before we got here, and win, we leave...Song that doesn't end...Manboy...
Out in the world...(Remembering 80s "It's My Life"...then the 90s "It's My Life"...A cultural shift...I think of little box by little box...Visigoths....Arian Christianity rejecting the trinity...Nice-Scene Christianity Embracing....Anti-Semitic renditions (& silencing echoes of their bleeding heart friends..Palestinians, Philistines, Mycenaeans..shhh...Israelies on communes...shh...poor dears....ring around the...painting the roses red) all over again....Irony is a dead scene....diversity of love all caught up into a binary production involving a diversity of hate....rainbow flags as the new Ku Klux Klan Veil....She's an egg....She's a process.....all caught up....networked eyes have her prancing and dancing...body move-meant....killing on the dance floor.....Dead or Alive...Dichotomy Sandwiches, the loving all photo-op, wolves in sheeps' clothing dolling up sheep in wolves' clothing...championing peace among controversies drumming up, catching bleeding hearts all up in yet another orhestration of it's all just so confusing...where shall we ever turn....oh yes, to the wolf in sheep's clothing...win-win to the lose-lose bind...poor Venus....She's no match for the one on the stage championing world peace among this violence, on that winning big, dick on expensive shit, part, guiding in the safe and sound way....who doesn't like a little laundering in their pocket...sheeple for the steeple, and when the tent is SO BIG...no more housing crisis....someone we can all trust...you know, the one who already wrote the hitlist before the bombs hit the poor dear, bleeding heart villages...shhhhh....white rose....red rose...painting the roses red?...5-Point stars....Medici & 5 blood oranges...5 senses...Unicorn Tapestries....HE IS....it's all so entertaining, it's so confusing, it's cold static overload, it's flyentology help, it's...just follow the leader...trust us...all is well under the sun...angels in the mirror are here for you...Let's TALK-TALK, with this colonial language lent....something, a power likes to H-ear...H-Bombs...as for the construct?....jabberwalkie, looking glass?....don't worry, be happy...here, have some drugs...there there...fear no more...you have us -- nevermore....Bodies on parade -- Perched...)
Everybody in the Place...
Tickets, to the living it up campaign... Neon River...Tong Zi Dan....
Surely one will find a way to desire at some...point...a dot in the sky...Visigoths...little box by little box...Alice on her way...Ancient Water's & That Slide...
And at some point, comes a time...waters twist and turn, slowing....
Here comes the SON...Be a good little geisha....It's Dare.....Try this yellow brick road instead...Psychic Attack...Ass2Mars....Over the shoulder...Motherfather...Unsmart Lady & That Scratchcard Lanyard...On and On...Renegading --IT...Let us talk among a good word...in his image...to understand in this way...surely one of these yellow brick roads is -- THE TICK-TOCK-ET (HE IS) -- road to self-realization..., The puzzle is solved...fucked, and realized on that "Win When?" plan...That Chromeo Juice....Platinum Distortions for a white rose...Angry birds on the red rover plan...Oedipal delights....Mirror Stuck on Repeat before we got here, and when we leave... Mirror Stuck on Repeat before we got here, and win, we leave...Song that doesn't end...Manboy...
Two the end never got us to the end so maybe that is the end? The function obliterates, and yet, the form intrigues...an investiture? Teleo Wah Wah? Radio Ga Ga? Abracadabra, Abracadabr, Abracadab, Abracada, Abracad, Abraca, Abrac, Abra, Abr, Ab, A...Tri-Nonagon fect Ah...Hit me baby one more time...To converse among, designating this point, in time...something tacit? Among explicit understanding...There was an exchange, along with something else involved...shhhh....surge-juries will handle the call...Who's on the line? Green Eggs and Ham?
Poorest of all embodiments...
She BLEEDS!!!!! It's just that thing...among eyes observing...among anyone feeling left out...I miss the 80s....people lived for a good time...and the whole MTV Crib or a hand out on someone vs just ready to invite all to a house party, shit decorations, and great music...and what happens...shhh...because people knew how to have actual fucking fun...now it's so...filtered and keeping up appearances....it's just fucked, even when it's so fucking realized....And She's buying herself a stairway to....
When it's all figured out like that...I think of Jay-Z...I'm not black I'm OJ.....OKAY! Gnome King Renditions....constantinople...POP, POP, POP....POP PEACE...slam dance...When you're fucked and you think you're realized...Keep IT reeeeeeel.... Sweep-Steaks....Win, your fucked, and realized...Poor Dear, Oh Deer...(and this institutional form a performative, and the informatic, possibly, at least more so, than this form, a communicative)
When it's all figured out like that...I think of Jay-Z...I'm not black I'm OJ.....OKAY! Gnome King Renditions....constantinople...POP, POP, POP....POP PEACE...slam dance...When you're fucked and you think you're realized...Keep IT reeeeeeel.... Sweep-Steaks....Win, your fucked, and realized...Poor Dear, Oh Deer...(and this institutional form a performative, and the informatic, possibly, at least more so, than this form, a communicative)
Cracking the Venus Eggs
She's a fucked up retrograde...wrong directions all day...she's a stew of shell and yoke...
Figure it out, is out....Wake up again...Turn on the LIVE, tonight, on the television screen...
Dichotomy Sandwhich promotions galore....
Here...your smiling ass will take one side...your smiling ass will take the other....you will be the promotions of strive while attempting world peace, while catching her poor dear fucker ass all up in the violence...ooops...quick, the blood has spilled....candles everyone, angelic eyes to the sky, lights camera action...LIVE....This just in...she just got her ass fucked up again....
Everyone likes the TV...it's purely for entertainment's sake...we promise....
Venus needs to be Caught Up...She's not playing with the others....She's a barricade...She's in-need of collaborations....HELP! her...If not a wooden stake with fire...then well...a more sophisticated operation....set her up on the Ronald Firbank Prancing plan....oh these matriarchical shit heads...their nature....handle her....
Role the Camera.....Break out the Bag...What's in your bag loves...You don't have one? Oh dear, poor dear...To understand and in that way, he must LUV you very much...HE IS....running the cameras, her rendezvous with a yellow wallpaper encode...she'll be fried up in no time...Tin Bitch Slut on the Hollywood Love plan...Drugs will be her best option...dumb whore...That's what she gets, matriarchical slut....Does she not realize, the beat off we could all share in, the thrill of it all with the patriarchy....
The foreplay alone....I mean fuck me running big boy... Two the end...WE HAPPY....Love what you done with the floor...
The foreplay alone....I mean fuck me running big boy... Two the end...WE HAPPY....Love what you done with the floor...
Maximum Eye Fucking Adventure: Apocalypse? Eclipse?
Follow the shadows...
Neon River's Innerspeaker...
Tool Up...Glory to the sense-making machine...Cartesian Sieves for all...Labor, Sexual, and Violence....Dualized Organization....Ulysses and an Olive Tree...Splat Packs Sweet Cheeks Scrubbing the Cave Wall....Grinding the Grounds...
Coffee is good.
Two the end never gets us to the end, so maybe that's the end? Let me here you scrub the ground...TALK TALK baby...Neon River Discoveries Inc...the meaning...you found it...you are h-ear to share all...again, and again....Dualized organization... Two the end and bee-yonder...stingy poo adventures....
Neon River's Innerspeaker...
Tool Up...Glory to the sense-making machine...Cartesian Sieves for all...Labor, Sexual, and Violence....Dualized Organization....Ulysses and an Olive Tree...Splat Packs Sweet Cheeks Scrubbing the Cave Wall....Grinding the Grounds...
Coffee is good.
Two the end never gets us to the end, so maybe that's the end? Let me here you scrub the ground...TALK TALK baby...Neon River Discoveries Inc...the meaning...you found it...you are h-ear to share all...again, and again....Dualized organization... Two the end and bee-yonder...stingy poo adventures....
SO LO: No Collaboration
Dear Neon River...
Barricades? No Collaboration?
Somewhere in-between? Thinking whatever we like? I think therefore...Cartesian Sieve? Constantinople? Here I come Grid Masters? POP! Waters? Ancient?
And TONIGHT, live, Oedi-poo adventures... dualized organization...result is anew...SPIN...Taketh me to the greatest table set invention of all...Merica'Neon River....Cave Wall....Killing Moon....Ancient Waters...Terrapin Station....FLASH (Indirect Light)....Imagery...
Bees for Her Knees
White Rose, Red Rose, come my children, good little binary boys get your Men of the World today, Good little binary girls get your Cuntissimo....be sure to enter in your so close and yet so far entires to the face-space...Platinum Stings are the new Buzzzzzzzzzz..... Patriarchy bodies unite...this poor dear...among the networked mirroring, staged before a room of yellow wallpaper...this encode to our righteous decode...she'll be our very own candle in the wind...again, and again, and again....Be angels my patriarchical loves....She'll be dead in no time...Now trot around the globular loves, as we achieve "World Piece." Keep tabs, collect the intelligence, find the poor dear villages....set up the divide and gun the fucker down....our leaders among both sides, in the mirror, will give what is needed to know that the wolves in sheep's clothing are doing all to achieve peace in this fine world staged, as we hit that stage. What's going on? It's all so confusing, and the hands...that strategy....seems like a certain order is coming up short...poor dears...Matriarchy? Ancient to the Ancients? Ziggurat vs Pyramid...Time to suit up! We must strive to make a better tomorrow for this world....stuck on repeat....Same back time, same backed group, same violence...over and over and over again....Angels in the mirror...and when seeing is believing...enter America as a gutted version of itself....SMILE BIG FUCKERS!
Two The End
...never got us to the end....
..into the light...into the ever changing light...He will protect you....we promise, cross these sticks and hope to lie, stick a needle but not in the eye...
Paper, Scissors, ROCK....We Will, We Will, ROCK you...HE IS...it's this room, it's this yellow wall paper...it's this encode to his big papa rico decode...an evevescent communication, the tacity, saying without saying...those brands, that watch, the rover, oh baby, come on over....but the yellow wallpaper...she's loving the controller plan...
Boy, the Harsher...oooh la la...
This Grid...She's Electrifying Encode among HIS IS Followers celebrating the M.I.L.K made blood orange extravaganza....Did you catch that Beyonce Side-Saddle cover...what ever could they possibly know! But this is the new and improved American Democracy as a fucked up veneer with a very different kind of behavior...SMILE...I mean it looks great, seeing is believing, the air we breathe, the processes of underhanded behavior...shhh...that's that mindful rigor stuff...why even consider when life can be this easy...Just a goosestep away from American Democracy as North Korea...and a disneyfied deathcamp down the road....MICKEY!!!
This is going to be a HAPPY Place!!!
..into the light...into the ever changing light...He will protect you....we promise, cross these sticks and hope to lie, stick a needle but not in the eye...
Paper, Scissors, ROCK....We Will, We Will, ROCK you...HE IS...it's this room, it's this yellow wall paper...it's this encode to his big papa rico decode...an evevescent communication, the tacity, saying without saying...those brands, that watch, the rover, oh baby, come on over....but the yellow wallpaper...she's loving the controller plan...
Boy, the Harsher...oooh la la...
This Grid...She's Electrifying Encode among HIS IS Followers celebrating the M.I.L.K made blood orange extravaganza....Did you catch that Beyonce Side-Saddle cover...what ever could they possibly know! But this is the new and improved American Democracy as a fucked up veneer with a very different kind of behavior...SMILE...I mean it looks great, seeing is believing, the air we breathe, the processes of underhanded behavior...shhh...that's that mindful rigor stuff...why even consider when life can be this easy...Just a goosestep away from American Democracy as North Korea...and a disneyfied deathcamp down the road....MICKEY!!!
This is going to be a HAPPY Place!!!
She's a Shadow Show Horror
Thank You Oakland. Thank You Berkeley.
I mean when the Rolling Stones, Cream, Steeler's Wheel...IDK...any other kid just jamming and trying to play the Delta Blues...and I mean there is the Delta Blues, but she's too Blue....so we need the little kiddies surfing on a rocket...to be like their latest and greatest hero manufacture....culture machines galore...I mean when it's all about the Skilllzzzzzzzzzzzzz....the mirror is your master....and I mean when you have the skill...surely that is your drive and entire existence...to make it and in that way...in his image...a reason for the season...tragic autographics leaving the dream....shhhh...oh no, she's bitter and jealous...entirely mapped out...on display....after all, the pyramids have it, no? Where was I?
OMG, let's literally go to strawberry fields and take a picture....something... No, no, no. We need universal. We need larger than life? Angels in the mirror! Humanitarians gravitating toward the safe and sound gentrifying (milk does the body good, capitoline booty call adventurers for a "good cause." red rover, range rover....), live at the next horseshit gala... On top of the pyramidic world (Aphrodite's foot upon?)...SMILING like a Ron English starlet...
Have you seen our facebook feed...instaface...look at the imagery...look at the scenes...
His Decode to her Encode...no need to ask his name....He's sooooooo fucking cooooll....just look around and see......oooooohhh la la.....
The New West....Democracy as a veneer...Wolves dolling up in the old symbols of a past generation....different behavior...but seeing is believing, the air we breathe doesn't exist...the process of beahvior...what's that...just smile like a North Korean goosestep...no rigors of mind...just the ease of living...a complete fuck offering...OMG did you see my friends band last night...the one that imitates everything by the numbers...did you see that instaface feed....and the Radio by the numbers....they are playing them on the Radio...just like the 60s, 70s, and 80s, even though it's the complete opposite of the artistry at the time...HE SEES IT ALLL....SHE HAD NO EYES...Some like it Plastic...Others prefer a pulse of an actual flame...Free-DOM and then Freedom...when dead scene irony is all the rage, looking the lively part....
OMG he can put us on tour, just like her...we are totally doing the same things...shit...stop the bus....everyone quick, look over there, it's a giant venus fly trap eating a slippery dick...quick, take a picture... when the kiddies love master of the puppets, figuring it all out and so early...it's magic! The mirrors tell us so....
She should be HAPPY like us....it's totally the righteous fucking way...the life worth living....I mean...just look at us....blue paint coloring a blue sky...metaphysics? harmonies contextualizing? processes of behavior? I mean it's not in the mirror, much like the air, why all that when everything can be so easily found and in such a stunted fucking way...
We know what we want...
And yet she's a superman it would seem...Irony, indeed, is a dead seen...like Marilyn living among suicidal tendencies...what's happening to me....play it up to the mirrors and win...but why this need....Eleusinian Mysteries...Plato....what's going on...these faces look like angels...but that irony...something about clothing...oh yes, wolves in shee's clothing dolling up sheep in wolves' clothing...but they all look so kind and caring....I mean on the news...this just in...another dichotomy play...and dichotomy sandwhich....the righteous bodies of two sides, in the mirror, struggling to understand...to strive...and yet the poor, poor, dear is all caught up in-between...world leaders striving for peace...nothing in-between, just dichotomies, like Israel-Palestine....violence...poor dear village hits planned out...among the two sides fighting to protect and yet those plans...these tendencies...Matriarchical types...communes...loving one another...time to fuck her up...kill the ancient bitch...strike up the controversies...spin the intelligence...spill the blood..and breakout the candles for the moment of peace, love, and kitty boo boo fucks for the camera...it's just such a confusing, terrible, violent, world...and we the heroes...we the wolves in sheep's clothing are doing all to protect and bring forth world peace....Trust us...I mean, look at this face...see these smiles...forget arranging behaviors...the mirror is the only matter that matters...let this mirroring domain be yours...and when the kids are fast-tracked....you're absolutely on your way loves...We'll be at the Grateful Dead Concert on the lawn....You'll make it in your own way as well...falling from the sky....SPLAT Flyentology pack...
...EnVISION it....this way of experincing the show...we can all bring white roses, scrub brushes, and squigees...We'll find that motion in the ocean...you'll catch hard love (like hard bodies, plastic surgery, barbie, War-Hole plastics without the Warhol, Basquiat self-destructing among plastic love) in the mirror, the new and always improving American Dream....when it's all said and of course done as the shadow show language permits...we can sell the red roses at a hefty profit...even shoot footage for MTV by the numbers and a few live tracks for Radio by the numbers....maybe Kim Jung Un can drop an edorsement or two, brought to you by radio DJS in their fucking 50s and 60s still carrying on like they are in their 20s...perpetually...I mean when it's butt rub dollarville USA...All is well that looks well...She should just be happy...it's the golden ticket for choclate factory access...doesn't she want to celebrate the chocolate bunnies with us upon res-ERECTION...why do we eat chocolate bunnies during that time? Fuck it, SMILE! Grinding on that cave wall...so many products...so many opportunities...just look around and see to believe...IN HIS IMAGE....She's not on the map, but she's totally mapped...for the mirror tells us so...she's going to be cornered...our little superMAN....the word, our guide...We are the WORD, We are the Hue-Mans...pick your variety...and dance shadow dance...I mean, if this isn't fucking living, I don't know what is...Get your motherfucking Free-DOM today...
I mean when this global extravaganza can be all yours...why want she play nice...there's so much here for everyone to enjoy...look... ...it's the new sensation...INXS....like binary love...
The Ice Cream truck has arrived...
Is she mocking our version of togetherness...that crescent moon...that dichotomy sandwhich live on television...but it all looks so happy...like a colorful new klan outfit made out of a rainbow flag....just look at all the shiny, happy, people.....Patriarchy to Matriarchy? What do you mean this is violent? What does that Ron English Smiley mean? We are the world....we are all just the same....come play...
What do you mean folks of the 80s understood a particular dynamic when the WWII generation was still predominantly in the building...It all looks so fucking happy...no hell in sight...all is well no?
Rag Doll Dance?
Door creaking in the fire...but we fast-tracked our way to understanding...we get it all...it's in a book...it's a reading rainbow...we've got the ticket and the door to the chocolate factory has opened up....it's a cavernous entry way....packed with shadow wall entertainment...it's all good...don't worry, be Ron English happy...
come in...get comfy...enjoy all that is offered...you'll be safe here...
What? We are a side-saddled operation...Beyonce and JAY-Z? What do they know!
You'll be fine..you'll have shelter, food, and all the comforts you like, so long as we play in the way our side-saddle ops needs for ALL our little children to play, ANGELS ANGLING for HIM...your are the good. The righeous. The professional. The geographic access. She on the other hand...that nature....we've got our plans...just keep it nice in the mirror loves...
Headstones...Lightning Strikes...Water...Terrapin Station....Door creaking in the fire....but you my dears...on the safe ship...Oh Captain, My Captain...He will provide you with everything you need...Irony and that Dead Scene looking alive...you figured it out with such ease...burn the library...you know you don't know...What, it's on the internet?...presto...abracadabra...digitation...You are all good little children....your rewards await....cigarette anyone....maybe a stick of bubblegum....now all together...let us blow....the candles that is...time to celebrate...this is your victorious life....We LUV you. Family Portrait...Digi-Venus is the new PEN-IS, like Morse Code Understanding....Taps on the Key-Bored...It looks so creative...What do you mean, where it came from...who cares...it's on the internet, and for a low-low price. Pyramid Pumps, Doll Pumps, Penis Pumps, Pleasure has no Gender, Fender Bender, Mariachi Wonder, Team America, Sex Seen, Pump, Pump, Up...Hills are Alive...Tea, A Drink with "the Jam" and Bread....Sunbeam...Does he want you? I bet he does!
He's International Realism....She's International Liberalism....That's political theory...pick up the book...but when it's the Intern-ET....phone home and in that way loves...it's so easy to have the map these days...map it out loves....map IT out...it will totally workout for you...like taking a boat from a storm drain...that worn path...flowing with ease...Toys in the mirror...toys in the attic....Koi Toys...
J'en perds la raison Dans la mer du Japon J'en perds la raison Dans la mer du Japon J'en perds la raison Dans la mer du Japon
Gorilla Toys...Psychic Toys...Boy Toys...Boy Noise...Damien Line...Oi Oi...Shadow Show Adventures...She's a rebrand...Oh dear, poor dear...He's living...In his image...providing like he does...all the reasons among this fine season...THE (HE IS) Black Hole Suprettes DANCE...ECHO CHAMBER...DANCE
I mean when the Rolling Stones, Cream, Steeler's Wheel...IDK...any other kid just jamming and trying to play the Delta Blues...and I mean there is the Delta Blues, but she's too Blue....so we need the little kiddies surfing on a rocket...to be like their latest and greatest hero manufacture....culture machines galore...I mean when it's all about the Skilllzzzzzzzzzzzzz....the mirror is your master....and I mean when you have the skill...surely that is your drive and entire existence...to make it and in that way...in his image...a reason for the season...tragic autographics leaving the dream....shhhh...oh no, she's bitter and jealous...entirely mapped out...on display....after all, the pyramids have it, no? Where was I?
OMG, let's literally go to strawberry fields and take a picture....something... No, no, no. We need universal. We need larger than life? Angels in the mirror! Humanitarians gravitating toward the safe and sound gentrifying (milk does the body good, capitoline booty call adventurers for a "good cause." red rover, range rover....), live at the next horseshit gala... On top of the pyramidic world (Aphrodite's foot upon?)...SMILING like a Ron English starlet...
Have you seen our facebook feed...instaface...look at the imagery...look at the scenes...
His Decode to her Encode...no need to ask his name....He's sooooooo fucking cooooll....just look around and see......oooooohhh la la.....
The New West....Democracy as a veneer...Wolves dolling up in the old symbols of a past generation....different behavior...but seeing is believing, the air we breathe doesn't exist...the process of beahvior...what's that...just smile like a North Korean goosestep...no rigors of mind...just the ease of living...a complete fuck offering...OMG did you see my friends band last night...the one that imitates everything by the numbers...did you see that instaface feed....and the Radio by the numbers....they are playing them on the Radio...just like the 60s, 70s, and 80s, even though it's the complete opposite of the artistry at the time...HE SEES IT ALLL....SHE HAD NO EYES...Some like it Plastic...Others prefer a pulse of an actual flame...Free-DOM and then Freedom...when dead scene irony is all the rage, looking the lively part....
OMG he can put us on tour, just like her...we are totally doing the same things...shit...stop the bus....everyone quick, look over there, it's a giant venus fly trap eating a slippery dick...quick, take a picture... when the kiddies love master of the puppets, figuring it all out and so early...it's magic! The mirrors tell us so....
She should be HAPPY like us....it's totally the righteous fucking way...the life worth living....I mean...just look at us....blue paint coloring a blue sky...metaphysics? harmonies contextualizing? processes of behavior? I mean it's not in the mirror, much like the air, why all that when everything can be so easily found and in such a stunted fucking way...
We know what we want...
And yet she's a superman it would seem...Irony, indeed, is a dead seen...like Marilyn living among suicidal tendencies...what's happening to me....play it up to the mirrors and win...but why this need....Eleusinian Mysteries...Plato....what's going on...these faces look like angels...but that irony...something about clothing...oh yes, wolves in shee's clothing dolling up sheep in wolves' clothing...but they all look so kind and caring....I mean on the news...this just in...another dichotomy play...and dichotomy sandwhich....the righteous bodies of two sides, in the mirror, struggling to understand...to strive...and yet the poor, poor, dear is all caught up in-between...world leaders striving for peace...nothing in-between, just dichotomies, like Israel-Palestine....violence...poor dear village hits planned out...among the two sides fighting to protect and yet those plans...these tendencies...Matriarchical types...communes...loving one another...time to fuck her up...kill the ancient bitch...strike up the controversies...spin the intelligence...spill the blood..and breakout the candles for the moment of peace, love, and kitty boo boo fucks for the camera...it's just such a confusing, terrible, violent, world...and we the heroes...we the wolves in sheep's clothing are doing all to protect and bring forth world peace....Trust us...I mean, look at this face...see these smiles...forget arranging behaviors...the mirror is the only matter that matters...let this mirroring domain be yours...and when the kids are fast-tracked....you're absolutely on your way loves...We'll be at the Grateful Dead Concert on the lawn....You'll make it in your own way as well...falling from the sky....SPLAT Flyentology pack...
...EnVISION it....this way of experincing the show...we can all bring white roses, scrub brushes, and squigees...We'll find that motion in the ocean...you'll catch hard love (like hard bodies, plastic surgery, barbie, War-Hole plastics without the Warhol, Basquiat self-destructing among plastic love) in the mirror, the new and always improving American Dream....when it's all said and of course done as the shadow show language permits...we can sell the red roses at a hefty profit...even shoot footage for MTV by the numbers and a few live tracks for Radio by the numbers....maybe Kim Jung Un can drop an edorsement or two, brought to you by radio DJS in their fucking 50s and 60s still carrying on like they are in their 20s...perpetually...I mean when it's butt rub dollarville USA...All is well that looks well...She should just be happy...it's the golden ticket for choclate factory access...doesn't she want to celebrate the chocolate bunnies with us upon res-ERECTION...why do we eat chocolate bunnies during that time? Fuck it, SMILE! Grinding on that cave wall...so many products...so many opportunities...just look around and see to believe...IN HIS IMAGE....She's not on the map, but she's totally mapped...for the mirror tells us so...she's going to be cornered...our little superMAN....the word, our guide...We are the WORD, We are the Hue-Mans...pick your variety...and dance shadow dance...I mean, if this isn't fucking living, I don't know what is...Get your motherfucking Free-DOM today...
I mean when this global extravaganza can be all yours...why want she play nice...there's so much here for everyone to enjoy...look... ...it's the new sensation...INXS....like binary love...
The Ice Cream truck has arrived...
Is she mocking our version of togetherness...that crescent moon...that dichotomy sandwhich live on television...but it all looks so happy...like a colorful new klan outfit made out of a rainbow flag....just look at all the shiny, happy, people.....Patriarchy to Matriarchy? What do you mean this is violent? What does that Ron English Smiley mean? We are the world....we are all just the same....come play...
What do you mean folks of the 80s understood a particular dynamic when the WWII generation was still predominantly in the building...It all looks so fucking happy...no hell in sight...all is well no?
Rag Doll Dance?
Door creaking in the fire...but we fast-tracked our way to understanding...we get it all...it's in a book...it's a reading rainbow...we've got the ticket and the door to the chocolate factory has opened up....it's a cavernous entry way....packed with shadow wall entertainment...it's all good...don't worry, be Ron English happy...
come in...get comfy...enjoy all that is offered...you'll be safe here...
What? We are a side-saddled operation...Beyonce and JAY-Z? What do they know!
You'll be fine..you'll have shelter, food, and all the comforts you like, so long as we play in the way our side-saddle ops needs for ALL our little children to play, ANGELS ANGLING for HIM...your are the good. The righeous. The professional. The geographic access. She on the other hand...that nature....we've got our plans...just keep it nice in the mirror loves...
Headstones...Lightning Strikes...Water...Terrapin Station....Door creaking in the fire....but you my dears...on the safe ship...Oh Captain, My Captain...He will provide you with everything you need...Irony and that Dead Scene looking alive...you figured it out with such ease...burn the library...you know you don't know...What, it's on the internet?...presto...abracadabra...digitation...You are all good little children....your rewards await....cigarette anyone....maybe a stick of bubblegum....now all together...let us blow....the candles that is...time to celebrate...this is your victorious life....We LUV you. Family Portrait...Digi-Venus is the new PEN-IS, like Morse Code Understanding....Taps on the Key-Bored...It looks so creative...What do you mean, where it came from...who cares...it's on the internet, and for a low-low price. Pyramid Pumps, Doll Pumps, Penis Pumps, Pleasure has no Gender, Fender Bender, Mariachi Wonder, Team America, Sex Seen, Pump, Pump, Up...Hills are Alive...Tea, A Drink with "the Jam" and Bread....Sunbeam...Does he want you? I bet he does!
He's International Realism....She's International Liberalism....That's political theory...pick up the book...but when it's the Intern-ET....phone home and in that way loves...it's so easy to have the map these days...map it out loves....map IT out...it will totally workout for you...like taking a boat from a storm drain...that worn path...flowing with ease...Toys in the mirror...toys in the attic....Koi Toys...
J'en perds la raison Dans la mer du Japon J'en perds la raison Dans la mer du Japon J'en perds la raison Dans la mer du Japon
Gorilla Toys...Psychic Toys...Boy Toys...Boy Noise...Damien Line...Oi Oi...Shadow Show Adventures...She's a rebrand...Oh dear, poor dear...He's living...In his image...providing like he does...all the reasons among this fine season...THE (HE IS) Black Hole Suprettes DANCE...ECHO CHAMBER...DANCE
When the .... Maybe Capitoline....Shake....Speare brings....ALL.....ALLLLLL....ALLLLLL...the cool-looking.....BOYS, BOYS, BOYS...to the Yard....I remember the matriarch of the family...she had the kids fuck each other...shhh....this is the Best of the West.....
When the angels in the mirror are true...shhhhhh...SMILE...even if we are entirely fake bullshit...like a unit branded as family....and to know the western shake...oooo la la...Ulysses...beam me up...right up your glorious hole...something about dualized organization...result is anew...labor, sexual, and violence....SMILES all day...AmerIcan....Idol....
Boys, Boys, Boys....??? Boyz, Boyz, Boyz...??? Like Abra-Cadabra....That Triangle...The CHARM of the middle ages....That Radio GAGA video...she did like the Frank Zappa studio...but who am I...who is she....the mirror has it these days...angels among the visuals Kiss and Tale..."abreq ad habra" ..."hurl your thunderbolt even unto death" ...Envision it...through the looking glass....and lighning bolt through a forest scene...a Turtle among the rain water...neck out...upon a nature...a loud clap of thunder...the turtle's neck...out and proud...not even the slightest flinch to the lightning bolt spectacle...through these fine ages...the grateful dead....that door among the fire...opening...her arrival...but when among his image...surely you are ALL found rather than entirely full of shit....SMILE....oh say it fake ass love...first name, last name...we all know your bullshit routine....prayers for heavenly hell....The visual your spineless shit needs...Be brave in the mirror...be a warrior...be entirely full of fucking shit, spineless coward...have your go at me, til blood do us part superficial fuck...
Shake the spear....pitchforks...fire...the shadow show language has it...police the words...the new and improve United State...Utopic Universals for ALL....Cleansed....Sanitized....no decay...purity ring assholes for all...
He keeps it tight and upright...incentrator angels...She keeps it bleeding...poorest of all embodiments....shadow shows....mass destractions...reason for the season...in his image...need not apply...
Boys, Boys, Boys....??? Boyz, Boyz, Boyz...??? Like Abra-Cadabra....That Triangle...The CHARM of the middle ages....That Radio GAGA video...she did like the Frank Zappa studio...but who am I...who is she....the mirror has it these days...angels among the visuals Kiss and Tale..."abreq ad habra" ..."hurl your thunderbolt even unto death" ...Envision it...through the looking glass....and lighning bolt through a forest scene...a Turtle among the rain water...neck out...upon a nature...a loud clap of thunder...the turtle's neck...out and proud...not even the slightest flinch to the lightning bolt spectacle...through these fine ages...the grateful dead....that door among the fire...opening...her arrival...but when among his image...surely you are ALL found rather than entirely full of shit....SMILE....oh say it fake ass love...first name, last name...we all know your bullshit routine....prayers for heavenly hell....The visual your spineless shit needs...Be brave in the mirror...be a warrior...be entirely full of fucking shit, spineless coward...have your go at me, til blood do us part superficial fuck...
Shake the spear....pitchforks...fire...the shadow show language has it...police the words...the new and improve United State...Utopic Universals for ALL....Cleansed....Sanitized....no decay...purity ring assholes for all...
He keeps it tight and upright...incentrator angels...She keeps it bleeding...poorest of all embodiments....shadow shows....mass destractions...reason for the season...in his image...need not apply...
5 Blood Oranges, Unicorn Tapestries, & Well...Live, TwoNight, Head on the Line, Gemini Feed on the Television, His-Tory considered, A fire & The Shadow Show....
When there is so much talent...she had no eyes...the artistry, like the artistry that mastered the artistry and played it by the numbers...wait? Plastic Pyramid is the ancient world, and the Ziggurat...wait...Pyramids are the ancient....Adam and Eve....Lilith....Wait......Palestinians and the Philistines, Mycenaeans...Wait...In the beginnning there was cock...In the end....We all know how to fill in the...blank...he was drawing blanks...we all followed, but the camera saved, so fuck it...Live in his image....Reason among this fine season....something about Plato's closet?....In the closett?.....But when all is GAY!!!!????....When a group of assholes with a rainbow flag can assert she's simply Gayyy!!!!....Smile...To the mirror and beyond....something about, well...I mean with all this splendor about to explore...I saw a moon reflecting upon the water...A white sperm whale...Echo and the Bunnymen...Safehouse, Safe ship...Oh Captain, My Captain...Hello Mr. President...she's on the suicide plan, so he can live it up in the mirror for that glinting moment of ecstasy....branded as eternity of course...I remember....it was a reflection on the water....that moon...I was off the plane...Swan Diving...I crashed through...This language captured it all...like granuals in a sandbox...A castle made of sand...Hendrix had trix...Silly Rabbit....something happened eventually....in his image was the TICKet..Tock when the clock...the season gave us the reason...we smashed our flesh and blood upon the cave wall...we figured it all out...our masters even helped us...Again, 5 Blood Oranges, Unicorn Tapestries...A fine play of the senses...American FreeDOM TwoNight, Live from the Television screen...To be embraced, as an erasure...In the mirror. A good lad. A good girl. Saintly. Loving among the image. Earth Angel. Professional. Here, for all the shadows to realize a light seen...and as for her? A light without the I's....To appear before the yearbook picture head of hair facing the camera...but that pretty face...it's the front...it's the forward...it's the being...it's the existence...Who is Plato anyhow? Why would he be such a focus...Venus....Retrograde rotation...more to the story....shhhh....I mean, when it's mickey and a cross...congrats bodies in the mirror...you have your golden ticket to a fabulous chocolate factory...and as for the order who follows matters...including the design of the splits upon a static medium....shhhhhhh...and as for yours truly...My lot is of the lowly designation as we spin around on both fire and rock...Who could she be now? Let us smile in the mirror....say all the right things...and know it will hide everything...even if it wouldn't at all....I remember playing Red Rover...something about come over...Like White Rose to Red Rose...but enough of this nonsense...back to the new and improved animated imagery...and this entry point of consideration...a cave wall...Comedic Relief...Golden Showers...Glinting Splendor...Wise Tales of Mirroring Demeanor, bobbing up and down...When the milk made the maid...play it by the numbers and you too will be safe and sound....Let the sun shine upon your mirroring image...everyone will follow your lead...you are totally the elevation you convinced yourself to be...We all believe you...if not all of us...the sycophants who make you universal will believe...it's a pretend ofr the intend...rise loves...Like wax wings to the sun....and dry sand to catch your fall...You are at the center among the production of wombs of which you did not create...the shadow language upon the cave wall will have it...this is "your" time...Enjoy!
American Beauty & Blood Cultures
When a truck rides your ass on a back road, then speeds past head on with a car going the other direction that they swerve into a ditch...black truck, devil face on the head plate...marines on the back...It's like the Eleusinian mysteries play all over again...White Rose....Red Rose...When the angels in the mirror have it again...ready to spill blood for that heaven on earth horseshit play. I mean when it looks like the past generation...it's all just a style, so let's put her on trial...Religious-Military state and beyond...I mean when it's a global crew that can transform American Democracy into a veneer of itself...just smile...be happy...orient toward the mirror...look the part so a crew can set her on fire...nothing like the WWII behavior, but hey, "He's" got the look! He's got Hollywood love...He's painting the fucking sky blue...man handling the buds of a flower, ripping them open...everything is in bloom...in his image...a reason for the season...fucking off straight to a heavenly nothing hell....Bravo bones for a sandbox...The door never opened and I wonder why? Be that kind of bad ass...I mean it looks soooo fucking cool at least...Just run the cave wall language and pretend...Be "Saved." Who knew North Korea Adorned with an American Flag, God and Guns baby, new and improved, on that goosestep plan, like a complete dipshit, would be the new fucking American "Freedom" deal. #Headupassholewithasmile #PlatoCaveDongAdventurer #StaticDistortionBrain #ILooksLikesAmericanFuckOff #ShinyPuckerNewEmperor #VIPJC-Creeper #SurfingonaROCKet #BubbleGun(m)...D.O.G...POP #MirrorVictoryisYours #HolyWaterDouchingSaves #AntagonismMasterBait #OnDesertedHook #BoneDryDeathLiving #RedRoseCrown
Moving right along...Stung...
And clearly one of the JC's will not apply to my design at all...but you know, nice faces in the mirror pretending and lying....Angels on Earth...because that's a real thing...totally...absolutely...Honey...and yet this song....Stung...I wonder....the symbolism....
Cornering Ambitions
Oh look, she's a superman...sure...of course...that...again...on a different path..a star in the making...lights, camera, action....
Genius
Only 10 minutes in...Range Rover adventures, on non-options of doing what has been done...a shared bedroom and altar boy recollections....the identity of northern England...holy fuck...this is fantastic...It's like Catherine Tate and Tottenham....Are you a Christian?....Is he Gay?...Who dear, me dear, my dear, no dear..Does your daddy cry? The Trip...Oh, the fabulous W-EST...Always on the rocks...walled up...easily pursed...cold static as a new promotion...isolation as the new desire...Hue-Man, the fuck out of here, exploring color....rejecting the shadow show...astounded among the everyday...She's to be dead...He is to live...Good little boys get their "big man" domain, of course! Play nice as spice, all can be included with...dough-manes...designer hair cuts all day...T-Rips on the stage...ST-Rips Tease all day...paper, scissors, ROCK...lightning strikes among decoded flows...this encode...singing in the rain...the movie could go anywhere I'd imagine, but it seems to always come back to an all too familiar theme. This life. It's really something, even when it's REALLY something....like grapes plucked off the vine....HE LIVES!!!!!!!
And this is performative...the informatic, the communicative...very little still seem to follow...it isn't an aim to be better than...but rather, it's a new capacity, this informatic method interactivity...unless there is an engagement with the activity...it's typically over the colonial head, by design...I can't help that. It's just the sign of the early time...
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