Fire wasn't good

 1.

Studio studio studio

2.

Jesus Jesus Jesus

3. 

Remember Remember Remember

4. 

Where is the cheese? Did you leave it in your fanny pack? Was it Munster? Was it smoked American?

5.

Is there a statistic for how much suffering is happening today?

6.

Where is my Dad? Is he still a ghost?

7.

De-acceleration. 

You fools every time you slow down or EVen turn! you deaccelerate, but it can be momentarily. Would you want your deacceleration constant? NO. Would you want to be stuck to a motion? No. What about acceleration how come acceleration is not good enough anymore... (kicks the dust and walks away, seen wearing T shirt that says, "Fire wasn't GOOD enough for LIFE."

triptych triple therapist

 The “harmful” therapist:

She meticulously tie-dyes scarves and wears glass beads in her hair positioning herself as “down to earth” and never allows the client to be late, even when they are working class and even when they are sick. She is strict and numb to the human response to the human emotions of her client. Or she sits with her legs perfectly crossed, never blinking. She swears like a sailor even when her client is morally conservative. She talks about her life, her pets, and her favorite movie, and talks more than her client. Her client is afraid to speak. She bawks at them, “You should really try XYZ!” Gleefully she expels information only she knows, “The neural network composed of ganglion, dendrite, and the gap through which different channels, different salty ions create a polarization that attracts the electric signal from one side to the other…” “See it all makes sense!” “You’re simply a robot. A mixture of predictable behaviors based on your environment.” She takes the hand of her client and presses it to her own heart, “Feel that beat.” She reminds you that she is this well of knowledge and the client disappears in comparison. 

The “ideal” therapist:

the "good enough"

TODAY sucks

 Today sucks like so many other days because today is another day my emotions are not allowed to be here. But they are here, They're being quiet, It's what they want.

They can yell, kill, cutt off, be angry, be passionate, be loud, tall, big, wide, forceful.

They can do anything but you.

You are small and forgetful.

They won't let you forget it.

They won't let you forget that they are "normal".  They are what you should be.

i hate them and I love my emotions.

It's good to write almost every second of the day

NOTHING

It is good to write nothing 

and be nothing

and do nothing

and see everything

Like some chalk on the sidewalk

It's good to stare at the sun and be nothing

doing nothing

eating nothing

slipping away

New feet, old feet

calluses on your feet, calluses on your hands

directions curves taken so many times

you can see the grooves in the air from the last time

If you catch the right groove you can spin in circles

and it sounds like feet rubbing up against asphalt

it sounds like

it sounds

it

stops.

Somewhere up ahead

Oh hello blog. Hi there. it's been a while.

Hi there folks, I haven't written in a while and certainly have felt down in the dumps for what's felt like years now. I think I lost sight of my art a bit but I always held in there, always still creating now and then and in times when I was alone, and then, nothing again.

This is the first post of a new era.

We have to begin again.

What are we doing her and why? Answer: We are making the private public, and the reason is for liberation.

So that's what we are doing. Oh.