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Interests: alleotoric sounds, minimalism in art and music, the gap between white & blue collared america, Paul Klee, Mark Rothko, Jackson Pollock, Vassily Kandinsky, Hans Hoffman, Jean-Michel Basquiat, ART for ART sake.
Expertise: not being satisfied with the way things are
Occupation: Artist
Industry: Art
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AIM:  lovesickart
AIM:  kyle4609
Member Since:
4/14/2005
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| PrayersIf we don't believe in heaven, who reads the letters we mail there every evening? Children send most of them, kneeling by the bedpost imagining the universe under the care of a father who rumbles behind the newspaper smelling of cigarettes and Old Spice. To grow up is to lose one's God at sea better to lose one than be one. If you believe the world is perfect, think of Keats dying young. I never would have seen it if I hadn't believed it, the saying goes. Somebody has to awaken us to the time of day it is when the earth is empty of any intention, or any human presence. And yet it is noon, and here you are your blue headlands and swords, your wave-moistened silences. As if at the heart of things there were a heart.
James Armstrong makes my Heart Flutter! | | |
| Mock Devotional OneJanuary One Two Thousand Seven
I sang a song today for all to hear. No one heard me or was listening since my windows were rolled up in my car. I wanted to sing it with others and I wanted to roll down my windows. But I was afraid of how my voice sounded and the air outside was cold. My everything feels quiet and silent. Sometimes it's like the volume is completely turned off. Singing is the only cure. Maybe I will have the courage to entertain an audience or at least blend in with a choir. I never really cared for words so I'm almost positive that no one will hear my song.
I prayed a prayer today for all to hear. No one heard me or was listening since my windows were rolled up in my car. I wanted to pray with others and I wanted to roll down my windows. But I was afraid Of how my prayer sounded and the air outside was cold. My everything feels quiet and silent. Sometimes it's like the volume is completely turned off. Praying is the only cure. Maybe I will have the courage to entertain an audience or at least blend in with a choir. I never really cared for words so I'm almost positive that no one will hear my prayer. So i tooted!
I'm thinking of writing devotionals for next year. Here is my first. I didn't put alot of effort or time into it but i just know that it will touch so many people on a spiritual level. | | |
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| at the end of the day when it all comes crashing down on you and you see this american life as one gag reel after another. intresting books, intresting films, b-sides, hand crafted dark beer, paste magazine, starbucks and how we have the right to enjoy it and make fun of it at the same time (no else is allowed this luxury, by the way) european ciggarettes, subtitles, and anything else that seperates "us" from "them". know that we are someone's "them"...
i am "them" and all elitist behaviour followed by overused gaudy words that are trite and very overused (i.e. "pretentious") make my stomach turn inside out.
if you are pretending to be pretentious drop your sword and run back home, and for those of us who aren't pretending...God have Mercy on us! taking a bow and then running your sword through your middle isn't acceptable either. it's too flashy and you aren't elliot smith or some honourable (stop spelling things this way) warrior. being wrong is part of life.
last night i was wrong about the silliest thing, and my, know it all, midset is killing me softly... i would say that i'm over it by now but i thought of it for way too long last night and it's obviously on my mind right now.
when battling a spouse/jedi bible reading warrior know that the jig is up when you say some outrageous thing that is obviously wrong and your only defense is "so you mean that part of the bible is in red type?" what a schmuck i am. when the tongue gets a flapping it's hard to remember things you learned in the first grade, second grade, third grade, and so on....... my stupid mouth got away from me and i had no defense. for the record john 3:16 is a quote not some retrospective thought by one of jesus' disciples.
i said all that to say that my house of cards gets kicked over too so take me out of limelight. i need to go back to cleaning the stables and doing clowns make-up. this lion taming job is too much for me.
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| the lights are glowing dimi need to set my mind free and let my body sleep
everyone is saying "how can you walk away from making so much money?" i'm about show everyone how it's done. evaporation, deploying into the unknown, walking away and not turning back, throwing the towel in over your shoulder as if you don't even care about it enough to look where it lands. why does every day/month/year have to be spent in the safest most comfortable mind numbing place. security is a farse. it's well marketed. stay at home and be afraid of failure. risk nothing. you are alive for 68 years and you better start working on a good career and a healthy lawn. in the words of kevin taylor..."i'm out crack-a-lack-as"
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