Wednesday, May 11, 2011

Monday, May 9, 2011






a funeral ceremony

A CERTAIN DRAMATIC EXTENSION OF LONELINESS THAT IS HARD TO QUIT.
A CERTAIN EXTENSION OF FUCK YOU THAT IS HARD TO QUIT.
A FENCE MADE YOU ALMOST TERRIFYINGLY BORED AND TEARY EYED DURING THE SOUND-CHECK [SHELTER][BOX]
A TRICKLE DOWN OF THE UNICORN MOTIF, STRIATED LONG LAYERS OF RIPS: THE LITTLE SCENE HAS BECOME STRIATED.


ENTERS THE LITTLE IDEA.

she looks around and decides on a 'Subtraction Pretended'
her effort is to open up a path to all possible imperfection ( a lie obviously):

she says, "Come now all manner of freaks, truly, and not the palatable ones, i can assure u. Dreaming of Holocausts, u grandpas become wretched with hate? Step away please, u have become tired. U have given up drinking. U don't care at all."

THE ASSEMBLY REPLIES.
"Gaze makes the war, not us. Gentle but existed, here is a noble effort, a start, tho u say it makes little to no difference? Gaze has a war built in it already: eyes meet or don't meet, mean accolades or dismissal, a flicker, a dot or a dash, a one or a zero?"

OVERHEARD 'NOBODY PUTS BABY IN A CORNER'

she says, "I am a guinea pig wearing a diaper. Doppelgangers make me weary. I am a pinball machine played so well that a surprising multitude of balls appear. These are extras, they make room for the death of the originals.

SET MATERIALS (SMILING DEATH FEAST): 3 SHOTS OF JACK, A TACO SHELL SNORTING TOOL.