remember,
vandalise! force your art upon the world!
forget for a moment, that so much of art is vandalism, just by existing, not even the pleasant kind but just the sour fart smell of vapidity, like bad shit as you told me that floats on top,
art is meant, i thought,
to shake you to the depths of your soul. i use remember, as a command, not just a place holder. we talk about sticking ceramic tiles onto the cityscape,
using the city's fluorescence to chip away at it, reminisce about the lack of gloss as we watch our reflections in more glass and chrome -- use this to be that! hello, good bye.
read more, consume, slowly, paste precarious ceramic tiles onto our mindscapes, slowly move through it, you can't airdrop onto everest. rub texturize annotate the
create hooks, smother
with araldite, putty, industrial mixes of cement and glue, you now know blutack to be the tacky, capitalist dream of a childhood spent in government houses, of posters that miraculously stay on the wall and yet leave without a trace, like grey chicken soup out of a packet, at once existing and not.
vandalise! force your art upon the world!
forget for a moment, that so much of art is vandalism, just by existing, not even the pleasant kind but just the sour fart smell of vapidity, like bad shit as you told me that floats on top,
art is meant, i thought,
to shake you to the depths of your soul. i use remember, as a command, not just a place holder. we talk about sticking ceramic tiles onto the cityscape,
using the city's fluorescence to chip away at it, reminisce about the lack of gloss as we watch our reflections in more glass and chrome -- use this to be that! hello, good bye.
read more, consume, slowly, paste precarious ceramic tiles onto our mindscapes, slowly move through it, you can't airdrop onto everest. rub texturize annotate the
create hooks, smother
with araldite, putty, industrial mixes of cement and glue, you now know blutack to be the tacky, capitalist dream of a childhood spent in government houses, of posters that miraculously stay on the wall and yet leave without a trace, like grey chicken soup out of a packet, at once existing and not.
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