gris gris

YO GATHER ROUND, that's what the self-centered ferric wheel was saying WELCOME TO ROSARIO DAWSON'S CREEK in spray-paint like MSPaint up high on the wall behind him like almost up by the ceiling, his wine in his hand but he still juggles various responsibilities and characters and conversations and one or two whirling chainsaws seamlessly, they rocking back and forth just a wee bit in a personal cozy and intimate way, but blam right almost affront him, that pretty girl is showing him pictures of himself now and she holds

it mostly in front of him and points its nose down at her feet and his face up his at face and she leans so long so near into him and bows her head down –ear to his breast– to be able to properly manage scrolling through the previous IMG02_6701 IMG02_6702 and IMG02_6703, each frame at least like 85% his face, the last 15% indiscriminately back-ground, a radius on the floor is cleared and she scoots her feet closer

man who are you man —i was like taken aback, he activated my tuff

nahh dog not just your name —so i gave him just enough

and i socked him in the guts —watch it muthafuck!

lsdank

the youtube biennial! art made of our westernworld's social extract! holy moly

joao silva! ahhhh kablooie muthafuck. better be so passionate about every step you take you ready to be the fuck blown up on each one

Lthis is the shit what you get when you messss with us

TIME FOR AN EXPLOSION

TIME FOR AN EXPLOSION YEAAAHHH

got some music going finally got some music going, "secret east bay band"

sometimes music about arrival (okay note bene how about beethovens 6, like esp the first movement right?) okay it also seems so longing to me, like the gradual crescendo, the meadows expanding around you as you get further in, you arrive more, you enter not only the doorway anymore but not the anteroom and the hallway and what's that a vintage settee in your living room? yknow, the increase in volume in sensation, that also feels so like longing to me. like saying goodbye and then entering the airport, the number of people around you, n=1 at dismissal (referring to the person you depart), increases really fast and then you're looking back through the crowd but like ovviously it's sweeping along like the waves of sheets on slanted roads in medium rain