December 2009
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The Atom That Cannot Be Split
I don’t know. There’s no real reason to explain myself. It doesnt feel natural or right. I shoot my images and write my songs and they get pushed around like a new kid in school. I’ve been the new kid in school all my life. My parents always moved around till i finally dropped out of school. I always wanted to do things my own way, because i never fit in except with the small...
Don't You Hate Explaining Yourself?
It sucks to have to explain yourself to someone, when they already like you, but they criticize you in spite of liking you. I mean, my work. People fall in love with one image and they criticize the rest, or say “‘i’ve seen you do better”. Obviously this is shallow thinking, assuming an artist can only do one thing in his life, like we are all super heroes with one gift....
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If ignorance were our only blight
There are two kinds of decay - there is the decay that comes from the will, and harms the life around you knowingly, and there is the decay that comes from not knowing, not willing, and not realizing there’s a better way… when there sometimes is.
today, many of us do what we can “get away with” and this causes more harm than it may first appear to cause. Such as - more...
Perplexing Aesthetics Part Two
If you add to something beautiful, you risk covering its beauty If you carve or hack away at something beautiful you risk making it ordinary… Think about makeup, hair, clothes, plastic surgery, working out, diet, domestic breeding, photoshop; overwhelming i know.
Subtlety becomes important
The perplexing thing about aesthetics is that our eyes and brains know what it likes and what it...
i hear a whisper
i cant make out the words
even tho its near
it speaks into my autoanimatic realm
never thru my ears
the outer inner worlds conspire
im the monkey in the middle
whats the point of trying
when im left out of the loop
life is observation nothing more
im uninvited to the work
the systems that possess me
go about unsearchable
but for impulsations and buzzing bones
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