Translate

Wednesday, June 29, 2016

Well, I guess were here now.






When you jump into sanity again. Well, where the fuck were you?


A pixelated representation of a photograph through a pixelated screen that monitors your reaction upon first glances and second chances.

Pictures on glitchy over pixelated pictures.
Smart Collage Applications.
Ima finish this spray paint thing soon. Needa check the inventory and pigment collection. Its to educate the children through images at the school across the street.
My time at arthouse was the most unproductive time period I have ever had. Not this night but the other ones. Futon cocaine binge, sleeping, drinking, and staying hi to keep DIS away. ( I did half of one painting my entire time there.) Good times they say, I think. But at least Dis is better than Zombie cocktail pills. At least Dis has an expansive vocabulary and interacts with his surroundings pinned up words compounding, sounding like 8 people at one gene pool. (Communicating for sake of group aquatic sports correlation). DIS is better.
This place is pretty cool, there's a nice breeze there.
Now its straight again.

I love you tobacco industry, if you're reading this, I Love You.
Peyote Fucker with Gods eyes.

So this is gonna happen soon. Should be dope.
Lying down, never always sometimes maybe Lying down.
People always lookin hella suspect, question the integrity and the credability always. Your exagerated facial expressions and tonal vocal fluctuation imply you needa practice your delivery or yeah.

Stuff on Stuff (not very interesting at all in the least bit)

A tattoo of a painting on a person.
Amor, Omar, Omar, Amor = Same Thing

Ill never miss you DIS, but you always miss me. I do appreciate the company you keep me tho.


IDK about this whole selfie thing, i suppose because we document the self, its supposed to make us more concious of our appearance in turn making us more aware of what we are putting out .... lost my train of thought, but its good to see the faces the self makes in a state of hyper ego.





The lil roller things with ink go on the copper thing two images above. You run it through this giant metakl wheel thing on a table draped with felt and other fabrics. Then you get the below image.
You will travel DIS, good luck reaching your destination on the journey i sent you on yesterday.
He comes in all colors shapes and sizes despite race age color and class.


Limited edition mezzo tints ran through the press until the copper plate breaks.
Just to prove to myself that I did it.

Gently pull the skin back.
Vagina Pussy Heart Attack. Hung up and pinned down to dry. Based on leaving a trail of long and hopefully forever lost lovers outta my head ( copy cat cadavers). The birds are the lovers and the one that turned its back, is ever so present and and barking through its beak. The puusy (he said call it vagina) {Smiling / Laughing emojis inert here} is in the heart because there's few things man (sometimes women with masculine brains), wouldn't do for it. But theres alot more to be said for it. The love of the vagina is exaggerated by the pulsing of the heart releasing brain chemicals that tricked the self into thinking the eye fucked the ego. Birds on bitches on tricks on birds, but its all free love. Where muh femisist at? lol. JK, in real life you know i love your hypocritical actions that contradict the words spilling out of your mouth onto the floor where they belong so i can step on them as i walk away and think, what the fuck did i step on.... idk but if it look acts smellls and feels stupid... it must be mystery Spiritualistic science fuck.  But yeah, theres alot to be said from the light at the end of the tunnel passage way ibnto life hole in the liquid processing exit womb, i should move along.

This one girl.
This other girl.
Better photographs or videos should come of this soon. Energy shit body flow dumb girls i see you doin unnecessary random shit with your hands but its not necessary decieptful whore of a mother non verbal nature.
Better pic / video come soon, DIS. Youre getting better sometimes right now.
This painting happened and its okay, thank you for the foundation, the rest is just lines.
Lower portions of faces for photo reference. Fuck your google image search. We have mirrors and cameras to reflect and understand.
Smokers teeth and coffee please.
As long as it contributes to the art

Carpet, look at the carpet.
Insert hearts
Insert more hearts
Damn good for alot of things but i need a grapher of photos whose a down ass MF.
Stupid faces for stupid people, you hair absorbed your Sombrero Malacracio
(Reference IG)
Hearts of Queens with pagan minds. Sideways decieptful lies. But at least it looks nice.
Somebody wrote on the paper i drew on.

The God Honest Truth, I don't even know anymore.

The horizon shifts when you black out n pass out ( the head spins)
This is one of my crazy faces. I took the photograph myself cus its rare that someone sees me like this. Its a reocurring thing and isolation / sleep deprivation is a breeding ground for it. FUCK YOU DIS!
A Gift from a dope dude.
One of my favorie places to be. Its so peaceful out there.
Fucking sleep deprived crazy eyed friend of polar nature, insomiac schitzofrenic animal. (The 87 Model)
Ricky Show Gun Bobasaurus. My favorite animal in existance. You're gonna do dope things cos you have dopeness flowing through your veins. Kdna all day.
Sleep deprived train rides after periods of minimal human interaction trigger states of psychosis until the filter of the brain can rest, recover and regenerate. ArrowHead Nike Rocks.
Another crazy face from a time and place. When i regenerate, i barley remember what this guy did, it was autopilot zombie mode. I have minimal control over him, but i know where he spawned from. At the very least I have his writing to guide me and understand the nature of I on the subconcious level.
Nocturnal shifts are the only way to get things done, theres too much noise pollution in the day time, traveling unseen fm and am waves including satellite signals we cant see but whatever. Kdna, Nocturnal all day.
The ski mask from the yard sale, its comforting to wear; when one is traveling down a snow covered mountain at full velocity, missing that white girl, rummaging through sketches attempting to stay awake and surviving off of free food from school. 
YOKO!!!! you dope! Shouts out to all muh diagnosed folk. The industry got us again. Gifts labeled, supressed and consealed through shunning. But we know the nature of our full capabilities, we just remain distracted and they call us cra.
Thanks for the awsome food awsome friends. Few and far between are the ones that'll feed you when youre starving and lack resources. You know who you are and you know that I have forever love for you. A hungry dog always remember who fed them on that starving day.