Life In The Spider Galaxy

Psychic Relief Communicated!

Chopped, but wrought with a smile…

The Orgone Cloudbuster of Purple

Are the chairs floating…

…or the fish flying?

Revolution Blu Makes Green = Aquamarine (Or Turquoise Or Teal)

Purple, The Sign Of Reign Supreme

Two ideas. First thought is the modern, economic competition between the Green and Blu revolutions. Green is ecologically-sound, sustainable and fervently independent, while Blu is mass-marketed, relies on tekne and can be viewed on the screen nearest you. But it takes Green to get into Blu!

The second thought is the concept of refurbishing franchise and corporate, retail space signs, with only slight modifications as to keep the memory of a failed, corporate business alive and exclaim small, personally-owned goods and services reign supreme. I noticed a business called “Hollywood Treasures and Re-Runs” today. It was occupying the space of an extinct Hollywood Video, but kept most of the sign, architectural layout and color scheme while providing reusable goods at a fair and thrifty price. Now that’s nice!

After viewing the film “Exit Through The Gift Shop”, the sphere of underground, popular culture mainframes my mind. For years I’ve been trying to create something I feel is just enough to represent the subterranean art and expression so many of yesterday’s revolutionaries used to instill their message of rebellion into the hearts and minds of young, willing compatriots. After serious thought, they’ve all resorted to material contrivances and pleasurable lifestyles over remaining slightly hidden and ideologically sound.

But that argument and a list of street artists who’ve sold millions of dollars worth of mass-produced art doesn’t relate to the battle between Green and Blu, at least not so candidly unless we talk hues and the additive color purple.

Since the 1970’s, the environmentalist movement has slowly crept its way into lifestyle choices, economic models, resource management, and popular and political rhetoric of USAn culture. Not to mention that before the Industrial Revolution, there was little need for discussion of how to use less resources, instead there being discourse about how to increase supply to appease said demand and provide sufferers with a higher standard of living, while increasing the provider’s standards beyond normal, human recognition. Today’s conversations about sustainability, biodynamics, organics and natural living are beginning to overwhelm everyone from the nation’s poorest whom survive off of franchise food, to the franchises being pressured into providing quality, locally-grown food by the social welfare apologists. There’s transient talk about how USA needs a major economic and manufactured overhaul to supplant tired capitalistic methods of overproduction and outsourcing with everything simple, cheap and manually-controlled. The implanted seeds of agriculture and behaviors past sprout voraciously in rural and urban settings alike and the Green Revolution germinates.

But there’s an alternative to floral fecundity. The advent of wireless and high definition has developed a desire of artificial realism. No longer can we be entertained by the use of visual or aural representations, now we must experience the dimensional art of seeing and hearing – as our senses do – what we can touch and feel. We connect without wiring via Bluetooth, channeling extrasensory perception and telekinetic tantrums of transcendent humanism. Our screen-adapted pleasures are now derived in a Blu-ray, violet format with enough gigabytes, kilohertz and megapixels to make the family dog appear a little two-dimensional when compared to our beautiful CRT, LCD, flat panel and volatile displays. Jet Blue, Deep Blue, blu Electronic Cigarettes, blue M&Ms, Blue Man Group, the start-up pages for Safari and Windows, Blue Gene/P, Blue Cross/Blue Shield and argyria or Paul Karason. It’s like one those damn search engine commercials! I’m spacing on the orgone cloudbuster of a blu-skied downpour drown-out! Bing!

The coloration of rhetorical intimidation overwhelms this purple-hearted, peacemaker of parallel underswell. It’s too bad Blu and Green make aquamarine, or maybe turquoise, still some damn shade of Blu or Green. Purple seems to calm the abundance of natural, materialistic over-efficiencies extending their solutions to USA’s economic meltdown. I’ll just go look at the refurbished, de-corporatized sign of reign supreme to comfort my doubts of the Blu Makes Green revolution scheme.

They Devour My Passion!

I only want to graze and charge in my defense…

Anger Absorption

The Main Course is Taurus Pasión

I need a break from your anger. I need a break from my anger. I’m susceptible to outbursts of anger. I’m not aware of the moments as they’re occurring. I might take an inconsequential act and elaborate it to a self-induced destruction of cleanliness and godliness principles. I’ve masked my anger as intensity, changing it into a passionate ideal attached to causes of the heart. It’s pure anger. Worse, it’s irrational anger. While anger management is cliche, it’s necessary. The outbursts happen once to twice a week, 4 to 8 times a month, over 50 times a year. Fifty angry bouts when I take out my strongest emotion in deep, amplified pitch with stressed tones articulating disappointment and blame. It hurts everyone confronted by me.

In defense of my anger, it’s a trait. My father was short-fused, becoming much calmer once he entered his early 40’s. I’m an artistic person, subject to moments of intuition and free flow I often attribute to a lack of personal, emotional or behavioral restraint. I enable myself by justifying that every good artist is beyond temperamental, beyond unstable and dead if not able to express their energetic bundles in unlimited action. The fuse of inimitable insight comes from an unwavering support for human as-is. The incline in humanistic, self-empowered transformations is a rage denied by the potency of latent and sudden explosions and implosions. Inside the anxiety and deliberation are ‘unhealthy’ and ‘irritating’, while the social outcome is irrational and unjust, often resulting in verbal and physical harm. This may not be what I believe, but it’s how I use psychology to defend my anger.

On the note of ‘humanistic, self-empowered transformation’, I’ve attempted to be at peace during unbalanced, distempered confrontations, finding resolution with my anger in an altered form. I’ve limited my defense of epistemological evidence and teleological awareness for naivete and livelihood by betraying the few systematics I deem true enough to become. The method has been to absorb the rationalizations of my confrontee, but as of late because of other building, social pressures, I’ve come to defend myself more than normal. I’ve vacated congruency and stabilization for homeostatic, objective perceptions of self. Human interaction is plurally-tiered, and it’s at the levels not often sensed by obvious neurological interpretations where I currently reside. Alone – yes. Fulfilled selfishly – also yes.

I thought about how to explain my anger in terms anti-psychological and came up with an analogy using bull fighting. The bull is placed into a pen before a torero is to face inevitable death, for either the bull or the human. The bull is darted with colorful streamers hanging from the ends of the barbed blades not embedded into the beast. The rather vigilant, calm nature of the bull is now disturbed, turning the anxiety of confinement into pain and retaliation. Once the door is cast open, all that stands between the beast and retribution is a tightly-clothed, red-clad person with gold sequins and that awful, red capote. They try to make the beast angrier by thrusting the vara into its morrillo, the strongest muscle behind the instinctual goring the bull uses to defend itself. But they do it from the protection of a regal horse on-high. The bull’s neck begins to weaken from the lancing, it begins to favor one side or the other, and the torero, with conspicuous eyes, thrusts the final blow into the inconspicuous beast who is no longer able to feign a natural defense against an unnatural enemy. It’s a fixed pattern for the bull to charge and pierce. The act can be portrayed as violent or angry, yet it’s the only part the beast has which can be used for protection, and protect it must when the comfort of it’s grazing lifestyle is challenged for the entertainment and traditions of strangers who eat it’s relatives.

They devour my anger. They absorb my passion. They absorb my anger. They devour my passion.

Some Of The Vicious AZ Prick!

A Synaesthetic Exercise

Sure, you can see their entangled red hues, but can you smell their sweet fragrance? Taste their fresh dew? Feel their silky petals? Can you hear their tears because they cry from a potted isolation?

Relative Grandeur

A surviving and thriving beauty surrounded by machinic tekne…

In The Name Of Contradiction

“Fuck paper!”