Staying In Character III
At one point the veil
flaps back in such
a way that we see
clear into the treetops...it is
not obvious what sort
of beasts we're
dealing with...but it is evident
they are feeding on humans
...or human shaped
machines...or...are we
witnessing some
frenzy of dislocated
shadows fall away
into some kind of
gaping annihilation
of thought
process...it's
evident through
the whipping
and diffuse material
that an armless one-eyed
mouth is singing hymns
from our childhood...the pitch
is bang-on...the tone
soaring and full...
the words are cold
and distinct but foreign...and
there is a clamoring of
inappropriate responses...
somewhere in there
we can clearly observe a
subtle but extremely
quick thing...it seems
to be carrying some type
of mate on its back...
its skin is clear...
was that its heart...its blood?
Painting above the series, "Beyond the Idea, the Field, Fuck"
Let your beautiful hearts guide you.
We will make a place for "real" food.
We will keep the children out of the prison schools.
We will let our minds becoming the fluid machines of the future.
And we will make it out of art.
All my love.
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