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A Medium Everyday

05172014   Long Day, CanonSX150is, pork, foil, styrofoam plate with Crystal and Gary.

 

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I’m not Mexican ?

 

Today was shit, but I caught hold of that shitneck and had a wonderful evening.

 

The following was my fortune cookie…

 

”  One must know, appraise hints to acquire fresh, deep fried pork.

and cheer from a new BHS video.  2 X 1 .    ”

 

 

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A Medium Everyday

04282014   Water Color, Paint Brush, Water and Rubber Cement for the glisten

 

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News of the week.

“…simulate the stringent rules you might face later.”

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Artist Statement:

       My work explores the relationship between emerging sexualities and vegetarian ethics, between new class identities and copycat violence.  

       With influences as diverse as Kierkegaard and Francis Bacon, Wittgenstein and Buckminster Fuller new tensions are manufactured from both opaque and transparent discourse.  

       What starts out as triumph soon becomes debased into a tragedy of temptation, leaving only a sense of decadence, nihilism and the possibility of the new undefined.

    As temporal replicas become clarified  into a cacophony of  wavering derivatives, undefined through frantic spatial forms and transformed through diligent yet critical practice, the viewer is left with  the inaccuracies of our condition.

…………………………………………………………………………………..Bullshit (mostly).

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Free Therapy and Free Meds…

… for the uninsured and unemployed. Thank you America.

40mg PROzac

100mg Trazodone/5mg Ambien

20mg PROPANOLOL

 

Cowboys and Aliens

Go ahead and defecate in my mouth and call it a sundae with that film.  I did have a better time going to the bathroom than watching this film…

I’m asking for too much, I may have high expectations and that might be a flaw, but I’m sticking to my guns of self expression.

11 producers backed 100 million into this film, 11!  Two of which were Steven Spielberg and Ron Howard.  It’s disgusting that 100 million dollars can be spent when two thirds of a  film are lit by campfire, moon light, gunfire and really crappy CGI.

I’m upset, because what’s going on in California, what stupid drug, who’s sexing who, and who’s making money off of what?  This film seems like a bad transaction between two strangers.  I’m surprised one of the Tony or Randall Scotts weren’t involved (shhh, I love the movie True Romance, but it was written by Tarantino).

I thought Spielberg and Ford lost it a long time ago, but Cowboys and Aliens is the last nail in the coffin.

Just Reminded.

I didn’t go to my prom, but was there for the after party.