With startling alacrity words storm out of the mind numbing morass, bludgeoning the eye with its ambiguousness. I am at odds with myself for I create them and yet I do not really know what they mean. The words have definitions already attached, some quite apt, some blasé, some inadequate. I choose them not always in regard to that already known and defined meaning, sometimes its shape, or its onomatoepiaec qualities that attracts me to them. I am like a mad alchemist, locked away within his studio-lab concocting schemes to defile and taint the good worthiness of the word and its definition. Why do I have this passion to pollute? Because I know, personally, they are not just their definition, they exist in eternal opposition to their binary, exist simultaneously with that polar opposite of theirs, like a depiction of Gemini they hold hands and hover together. I like to jibe the twins, make them quibble and squirm, feel uncomfortable and suddenly the one desires separation from the other. The pair denotes a system, the system on which language is structured. I denote the future element, a vagrant who cares not for lots of things and likes to play schlemiel because I play to make a mess, incessant furore is my goal. Why? Furore is fun, funny and fantastic.
Werd!
I try to do the same with my pretty pupilar pictorial pictures, you know, the same mess-making, throw away presupposition and embalm the subject with your imagination. What? What is it?
I dunno, looks sorta like a half alligator half man, straddling his hoes in crackhouses of LA for a penny and a dime while listening to a delimbed ostriched playing a tuba in a bright bell bottomed bikini.
Nah wait, that’s much toooooooooo deviant. {rethinks}
I know! It must simply be shit then. Good art makes its message nice and clear for people like me. Shit art is confoozing.
Blah blah blarty blart balaclava clavicle vehicle clemastucatle cattle tittle Tits thyme time tire
Get in line cunt!
Step outside and be batonned, in the face, ass, chest!
Motherfucker must step only in an orderly way, namely FORWARDS ONLY and in time to those in front and behind you. Or be banned, somehow
I don’t really much at all for preconceived notions infact I consider them my mortal enemy which I must ensicken with paradoxes they never considered possible.
again, this is old
Werd!
I try to do the same with my pretty pupilar pictorial pictures, you know, the same mess-making, throw away presupposition and embalm the subject with your imagination. What? What is it?
I dunno, looks sorta like a half alligator half man, straddling his hoes in crackhouses of LA for a penny and a dime while listening to a delimbed ostriched playing a tuba in a bright bell bottomed bikini.
Nah wait, that’s much toooooooooo deviant. {rethinks}
I know! It must simply be shit then. Good art makes its message nice and clear for people like me. Shit art is confoozing.
Blah blah blarty blart balaclava clavicle vehicle clemastucatle cattle tittle Tits thyme time tire
Get in line cunt!
Step outside and be batonned, in the face, ass, chest!
Motherfucker must step only in an orderly way, namely FORWARDS ONLY and in time to those in front and behind you. Or be banned, somehow
I don’t really much at all for preconceived notions infact I consider them my mortal enemy which I must ensicken with paradoxes they never considered possible.
again, this is old
