A frank discuassion of the state of mental healthcare in the U.S. Solutions sought. All solutions, not just solutions of chemicals, but solutions of word, deed, experience and change.
Avoide the Red hooks… are these distractions or sacrafices? Or just the area of Brooklyn known as Red Hook. Is it the police? Or theAliens.
Burnt offerings and the temple mount. Is this a good idea?
Tell the Hemmingwayesque story of Cash and the 99 bottles of beer on the wall. All of them lost but for the ones Most Def took as brackets to hold his negotiation with nothing. Bad form and areal no no, but all the reast lost to a theif only the stolen remain. THe key to the bank (Banks Key is Becks in bippty boppty talk) The case of Canada one could drink a case of and thanks to three xxx it looks like a kaws dead Mingus 3 smiley Alien. Prince to Joni. Purple to blue queen. Heart is given not sold.
I am fretting about Verner VonBraun and the rocket Nazis and Pedophiles and Nabakov. The sins of the father I mutter and think of hollywood as a crooked bank laundering bad ideas. But the movies do remind us that everything is a lie, or potentially a lie and maybe beauty is the only truth. The beauty of a great looking lie.
The two faced outer gouter smiles and cries alternatively while Mr. Delicious waits for lunch time. There is nothing to do but eat and figure out a means of escape, The Peruvian is marching the halls again sporting a face of rage. I think he’s going to flip out and kill us all. He is marching and marching like a soldier around the ward. Is he a guard for Sophie, or an assassin? Nothing better to do and growing pig gut sends Mr. Delicious marching right behind the Peruvian. He catches up and marches past and for a brief second the severe face of the Peruvian melts into a smile. Victory deosn’t smell of Napalm, but rather appears in the form of a smile.
The Peruvian speaks of the bands he played drums in and all the little rock bands that were on the scene back in his glory days. He has a list he is composing of all the bands from the Peruvian scene. I don’t know what he is talking about, but the bands have faboulous spansish names. The Incas, the Aztecs, The Bastardos, El Submarinos, etc.
And when the drugs come it like lowering the scope on a diving submarine… down down down and the voices cant get through the foggy water hidden in alps and dessert pyramids. He can see all possible moves on the chess board of his delusion. He dies, she dies, everybody dies in an elaborate auto de fe like Hamlet meats the Grand Inquisitor… or there is the so called Happy Ending in which the Ice Man Cometh… or maybe it’s just happy cause no one got hurt but that doesn’t seem real happy. Rather I like the circus tent glass house concert… the charity ball fundraiser concert with Bowie and Bob and Neil and maybe Bruce. Paid the cost to be the boss. Raise the red tent. No blood but wine, no torn body but bread and you know dancing.
Call me Sophie
From the fire of my mind I have brought fourth or back this infinite spider’s web… like an idiot Star Wars. Portrait of the Artist as a Young Wooh man… stop. Babble bablle in cipher and code. 2001 as a rom com tear jerker. Sci Fi which we know sells mixed with high concept Jungian psychosis. It cant lose.
Sci Fi in the manor of Vonnegut in Dresden… babes in the woods Romulus and Remus Asops fables.
Sophie gets a choice here…dark and white every tendril another possible outcome.
Literature as video game. Hub with many wheels Eezikial, but mostly Blarney
The idea where danial day lewis makes a pair of boots for Christopher Walkin who dances in Flourece to Nancy Sinatra’s Boots are Made for Walkin
Imagine everything is exactly the same only played by famous actors. God is digtal surveilance. Know all your choices are marked like Hansel and Gretal in the Forest of your own mind, time, space and spot in the universe, or verses, versus other verses multiverses.
Four endings this one the happy one. OMegg
In this one Stanley never dies, Orson never dies, spalding never dies… all put down on glass like silicon Jesus reborn and rebooted. These boots were made for Christopher Walkin and we are all Christopher Walkin, or not.
Been managing so much info from the gopro and sony that is very difficult to color compress without making duplicate files and filling up my strainting hard drive…. so long story short, I thought I’d try some of Vimeo’s new “instagramstyle” filters for video. THere are a lot of options and I am lazy, but I like the saturation and contrast on this filter. What say you, dear reader?
munshani codex 2
late 90’s book pages
Running around looking at street art in a new way after all that schoolin’ by ellis g. Also hanging out with Yoav as the street artists pick up their work from the OUT Door Gallery NYC group show to celebrate the publishing of his book of the same name http://www.amazon.com/Outdoor-Gallery-New-York-City/dp/1584235535. Also available at Strand and many of New York’s finer Museum gift shops, so next time you exit through said such same, pick up a copy. It is a beautiful book full of great documentation of New York’s best street art murals, etc. If you are a New Yorker there will be one or a hundred of your personal favs. Also I watched Apox again. PBR street gang. Bravo rodger point 5.
Running around brooklyn shooting things and sitting around brooklyn watching things
helped my brother move a couple of years back and this footage has been sitting on my desktop since. Somehow now is the time to recut. For Xtian the best/worst big brother I ever had. It was a trip to remember so here is a souvenire. I think you should do a narration. I’m sick of my own voice.
God buffed Brooklyn with snow while man buffed my show off the walls.