POP RADIO'S REDUNDANCY

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Uh, corn yo see Noah pal cor ah suss saw ho.

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idea muh tah quee ess, schism,

You in you can throw fetter a party that.

The tritt. einen............ coo ahs eee mah........ haudthrah, where is the man?

Follow the directions on the bottom of this. Like right now. So low. You sigh alone Sue figh.


Write about Kahlo.

And the high squeak shrimps, there throw,

bet her knot ,

be a bug,

in there go.

Out for a pass suss me blad ah ho.

Bot oh mahd oh threy mahn oh.

Sehr oh cooh threy god A peach A foe



Foo tan food twah monj estuary moi skunk

pun tauh monj chean goo moi, lah tee dah du

mahd sehr i prob lay threy comma.

Repeat.


Shorted on the sugar when the car stops.



Please step out to the right. Figure sure.

Tidal wave. Caveman. Hey, Hey Hey. Gar fish.


Bawshee boss co.me saw ride me toto show. I have the banshee color shaw knee. Sacrifice its lead in we. Shone in life.

Twice we'd shack the scraped bottom sea so low.



Cyan fiction before treatment
and preoccupy a child complex. Reduced to desires.
Talent's flowers, regards van leo guards

the genius. The real. Name The Tardiness of Youth.
Future works rescuers mouse trap.

The trigger ring of psychosis branches.

Leaves the rigged clink the liminal tight push reach no, space to ask .

With always with lack or desire.

Enable pity platform duty tourniquet

and a clairvoyant foetus see scrawl.


Slugs and enzymes on rocky resistance shores.
Chronic itching flippy irk. The tour ate some sin.



Drone. Subjective religious motives. Echoe uvula.
Laughter labels ya,otherwise,at the reading.

The unexpected.The thesis and the nail.
Healthy person's starvation, but did it encounter
delight see circuitry key, kingdom sight can you go? For her?




Many animals mothers are ibid spam brains.
You're better at keeping irrelevant information.
Are what knowledge apply are knowledge and ideas
i switched over to discover okay data data.
Whatever happened to naturally robotic?
I, have something brainwashing a commentary
gross, on my finger in the atmosphere. It will end.


The loom feel like a or as racing reality

A sunny show. tilted triangle.
What feels the emptiness? An invisible syphon.

PUPPYKITTY

tHe sun had set some time ago, and the base of this particular grassy hill was cold and rolling tickling green tips against the puppykitty's hind legs.
A solid mass of pink and green baby flowers bunched under a tree squinted in the happy darkness. They giggled,making silly jokes about the birds in the wiggling branches trying to sleep. Puppykitty,with his little leather collar,pretended not to hear.

It was then that the puppykitty decided it was time to stand up on his hind legs and climb the hill. His whiskers slipping around his fuzzy lips, the puppykitty took out a golden compass and opened it. His name was etched on the face of it.

Letting out an indignant huff and one paw forward, he began to walk. The hill semed to grow steeper and deeper, bales of hay sized swirls. Surfing suddenly seemed to be his best option.He dreamed it for a moment,then whistle whined to a sheet of shale on the side of the slope. The one the sun drank from during the Months of Wonder.

This happened to be the third moon of Wonder Month and the guards were out in full force. Tonight, at the top of the hill there stood the row of shadows. The watchers watching the forever setting sun. Their big ears malforming their sillouhette.The puppykitty knew not to listen to their stories they told in lower murmurs incessantly. Slipping secrets and truths about the plans for the Next Night. Forming the truth.

He trudged upward panting, when suddenly a sheet of shale slipped under his clicking claws, they scratched an almighty sound. Piercing the night.

In unison the watchers turned 180degrees, and all twisted eyes towards the puppykitty. The golden compass began to sting inhis paw, so he dropped it in the grass. Glowing from beneath it all, He decided the thing to do was dive deep.

TAQUITOS

everybody lies sometimes.
but i dont.
not me.
i never lie.
spoken stuff makes itself real, like time does to reading your own words-
hearing your own voice. and then there is the flesh of the self observed.
through whose eyes? time to jiggle yr way thru another set. schleffing off the delusion. trudging up a hill of embarrassment. seeing yrself. no clearer image of where your mind is at, the frustration of having no choice but to remember and clearly relate, and now, to understand with an exposed gut shuddering revulsion
seeing yrself as you really are.
this is the last thing i will ever do.
this thing i do now in its broken pieces is a duty, to show myself to myself.
look clearly at others as well.
what is it you expect? are they measured against some scripted idea of interesting? are they ,the world, there to amuse you? challenge you? love you? lie to you? tell you what you want to hear? tell you what they want to hear?

honest vomit from the heart not the stomach
okay jeff stand up and speak. there's a purpose to this exposure.
(but what are you going to say? is it going to be narrative? )
are you going to read off this sheet of paper the whole time?
whats the order of sequences?
stand up from sitting in say za.
SPEAK! establish conflict right off the cuff.

happy thoughts are somewhere.

This includes you.
Atlanta...not a single soul amongst this entire art community matters,not in the end.so you sold a couple pieces? so you had a good turn out? all yr friends showed up? and oh
need i forget, all your " friends " showed up. you got the big review. now yr a household name. people talk about you. the only influence you have is over people willing to play into the lie. and lies reveal how tenuous they are by the action it provokes in the end. ask em' to do something. go ahead. see if they show up. they will if they think it'd be cool to show face for a sec.
Now. beyond some lip service gesture.now.beyond some name thats oft repeated in an empty fake attempt to mimic something that matters.for a few months,maybe a year....and then what?
even the people who appear to matter are hiding behind layers of pathetic lies. they're almost the worst, a list of excuses.. why they can now relax in their castle,they paid their dues in the fucking 70's or 80's. uh huh.
fuck you. so now what?
oh i know..but there's the art. ignore my ranting.poor confused eggtooth,hes just bitter. ignore him,hes just causing a scene for himself.. its art...uh huh.the art is what matters. right? and theres so much gooood here. i see "cool" galleries struggle and shift and squirm in their hipness until what..the day comes. they fucking close.
so faces blur into one another..try to help rearrange the deckchairs. another name, another location. same shit.same people. same mistakes,breeding in new faces to give them nothing to work with.
how sweeeet.
wook at yr wittle art. lets go see miss hotshot big name's show and be seen and admire her great art.
lets bitch about those that have money. its the hip thing to do
...i begin to think that its those that make money that have it figured out. i mean, if yr gonna be a fucking phony, might as well be able to travel to Alaska with it. live yr life. love yr blood relations. fuck community. fuck art community. its about money baby. my money. i take what i can get,a damn all those other fucks .i'll nod at their shit art as they wate thier life away.
lets bitch about those that dont have money
lets bitch because we dont have money
if yr happy doing yr thing in some sort of refrigerator art, "hey honey look at my article in the fucking thin paper way, then knock yrself out, cuz even you, at the end of the day dont give the slightest fuck about anyone but yrself.
whats worse..is we dont actually challenge ourselves with each others work
we nod at shit. and believe me..i know. why?..cuz ive found myself doing it to your shit while watching everyone else do it to shit. im just as guilty.
fuck! no more! i give a poo if yr fay fucking gold or if yr aaaw!poor rough and tumble it validates my honesty cuz im broke an so therefore it must be good artist. or if you got yr degree and know how to write "correctly" for the cool publishing mag or the cool paper. you read all the deep shit. you can spout off the names and the theories...yawn. you still stand for nothing.
influential and admired atlanta artists? meetings for meetings sake..thats the cool thing to bitch about. aint it? bang up job its done so far at motivating more folks. lets keep making the same mistake from here til 2028, why dont we? but oh..you'll be dead then. and all yr oh so important knowledge will be lost..for dumbasses like myself to pointlessly learn again and again. that is, if im up to filling yr high and mighty britches.
what?
wait til somebody just stands up and bitchslaps everybody with art that matters.
even here and now..this is supposed to be cool,what im doing? right? im so edgy.ooooh.
fuck yrself.
empty gestures. i know i know, be happy. make yr art...yadda yadda
it's real here. it's honest. we have the chance to make it different..
nope. look again.
who would you follow with more than yr goddamn tongue? to what end do you actually give a fuck?
heres my end in case you hadnt noticed. a fucking keyboard. why's that? i know yr all a bunch of shiftless turds. only thing you get amped up about in our art community is gossip and negativity. so here ya go! a bunch of dirty words! it can help you dismiss me as base and just plain rude...
fuck you. yr daily actions are what is rude.
oopsie! is negativity what im doing?
please. those that know and are no hogtied and ball-less..pass on yr knowledge if yr not going to use it..okay>>>> godfucking damn you to hell. sleep well!
this city's scene is vapid because of you. fucking cowards. high and mighty cowards.
cuz yr all afraid.. you dont get it. actually,the sad thing is..you Do get it. far better than i do,im sure..which makes you all the more responsible.
make yr art about this!

you know...even the folks basking in there idea of what they are have become complacent. its their challenge. if you think you got a name..try and do something with it beyond just growing old and maintaining.
hypocritical phony. making the same gestural "mistake" over and over. yr as bad as a crooked politician.untouchable behind layers of "fake made real" perceptions. so you hide,and enjoy your part. yr part in damning atlanta's art community to where it is.
fuck you.
there's not a soul in this city doing art that means shit..why do i say that? because of you. you deflate it. as great as it is, much of it,you kill it.
theres not a soul running or organizing any art related venue in this city that means shit
why?
because of you.
all of you seek to fill an idea and just coast..i know, i know..back to yr art,right?
it's art that matters

that's what im talking about, idiot.
so go have yr big group shows,charge yr covers so you can get some fake idea of important folks to swish around.develop yr image.
but remember.
clean up after them at the end of the night.
and i hope it was a blast. cuz it's all you got.

Sufferin' in analog, the letters never. Leaves shadows, branches extended from the main source.
Remove a face, duplicate. A person, a way of being that traces. Outlines of voices creased and perforated. A time grafted flash of varying axioms and physical entertainment.
Food and Conversation.
The rows of words come to a head. From a lineage scroller derby. A reed twisted by the owner of Popeye's corporation's speedboat. The tools supplied by rich hands extensions into another's fast packaged life. Exacerbate the credit referential overlay of seventeen expressions.
Exploration's deliberation an awareness, that American. Horizontal common denomination of lesser things,acceptable tastes. And i see you reading this. Comprehension has a one piece chair and table to introduce.
Acceptable tongue to roof nail to a crossword.
Intentions nodes and file sizes stretched while
puzzle pieces lose the width of the blade.
Okay. And here's where the definition of the word
definition is drawn on identity.
Oopsie was a gerund of a teddy bear
with a cloud cafe addiction and in the future
flowers between his toes.
Uhgbee was also a stuffed bear,
with competition in the special day's fields,he spiked Oopsie's
perpencity for giggling and falling over

review of THE DARK KNIGHT

(i think troy lloyd wrote this with me,it has his flavor in spaces)

2.shay shay tassy wag tail

canned 'n planned via patafigural plates
so wholly twinked to blight or blind or blaff
dazzle!
my stolen stick from maestro (just a twig alas)

tighter thanna campy crystal lake
cha cha cha
fish is fish is fish
swimmingly swung schleppers
si si ja ja a grave of raising
polyverse brick'd upwall 'o division

phonicbloom whipped up babies back flashed ass
length justa notch in niche
spermy egg hatchin' toony gags unlatched from lock
uh-oh,a stain so soaked floats

piggy wiggle bridged to all fall down
flat flitter flag flimsy flarfy filament
huffy huffy tuff hussy
look! on television is a television
portraying itself as itself is portrayed
fuck the lucky mutts shh shh stuttering
on the rocks my dust mosses yr slip slid starry eyes

drano drown'd 'n drawn 'n durdy wurded
water ain't air until clouds cover grey
thorny gown sicking prick in gruff fuzz
passin' on passion & clashin' for fashion
inner aural heard back the geist
& poltered noise thumbnosing ruler to ruled

ending and finning
a fuckin' bunny keeps a'goin
drummin' up sum self-important putzy pantomime
of husstory flustered official
and preached w/ peachy pats ontha back
omniwomm!
angelic innercurse wrapping wombe
seesee (intween) bebe




2. soon w/ whatever as whenever

cannit pooh a parascumology
or dangle an angle of canonized i knows i knows
oggy ommoks of oh so certain

biggest brims to prop overstuffing
so posed too close as oily nose snakefang
yes, no no it must be hearsed in this re of corpse
swishling songboid toided lurned
breezily droop such skooled rulings

boss tossily lost glob of wanguage woody peckered
unmangled mattock undug
timmyred in tiny proof pudding
bungle to my stumbles

in relativity
sureness sweats less
eschew eschew
(bless)
one thru five izza hack 'o strophes
this ain't good it's so good
stuffy socks darned for no toes

mow of grass cutting question
bladed 'n spinnin' in simple utility
baking biscuits for the gravy babies

inna tone my highness snides, don't y'hear?
dustily binned in drumping my thumps
oh, this poem is nice

a verb w/o verbality
nouned to this stasis of states
gettin' laid away w/ hatefuck hole
i'm patterned off ya'llity

kulted veneer peeled
janglin' all the spray & oh wit fun
i was punny but pruning



2. so on with the trouncing and flailing or whatever:

ooh a parable i cant wait.
whatever. you certainly do try, i will say that.
go smoke a fat one and swallow.

smugg buttons on yr big brim
missed out a juxt cuz hes to busy on the pose
oh, just anything wont do. fanny-poo
swish yr hand and poo poo
drop a bird dead out the breeze with yr word disease

tossed boss stoned scoffs haught words on pedal tops.
what the fuck is a mattock?
and i have proof of aliens,one is sitting with me right here.
his name is timmy and his blood is red like yours.

it is all relative
and im sure you do.
echo the mellon army of eagle weakinged wauds
1 these lines are good
2 these lines are good
3 these lines is good
4 this here line is darn near real good
5 this line is stuffy

mowin the grass and i said to myself
self. is my s.u.v make me an ass?
cats makin biscuits on their babies' pasts

boy, i had a high toned week. how was yours?
oh me and rage when and dumped room in the dustbin.
oh,that;s nice.

fuckin
with verbal masturbation.
im not backed up, i just hate the state of mankind.
i dont need to get laid, i'm a utilitarian.
im patient with you.

the ol' society is a cultural veneer bit.
(to be sung) and a partridge and a pear tree.
i was trying to be funny.

strike three
matches together in heaven
sun flashes to feathers


flat feathers
flaming in haven
mooning our inclusiveness
bare-assed agiggle

GREATEST HITS (pt. 7)

Sanguine arsenal floats four words,

of course it's nervous and speculative
propelled by an echo.
A step ladder retrieval system.

generative race monuments collide
Terminal blizzard of geometric symbols,
acute as the window, it postulates beside him.

tiny wingspans in the shambles of an election year
Talents wax the sarcasm filled will

call it what you will.
Within a time fractured assassin.

Asterix gall bladder makes a sand wench.

Suite number 23 fits the kazoo

anvil. Acme planter primary color dust bunny.
A galloping figurine, dusting the limbic-
a high ceiling atrium distended.
Breathing half full in an argument
with god. And a couple of really thin pages.

Cough gallops and rolls the uvula.

Yellow pages in an ice storm of husky funeral rights.

Passage action and passive fallopian tubes bruise the

dude,where's my car? Bomb da embassy,bomb the front deck.

set up cameras on yr intestinal tract

The bowtie shades and the thin tight suit.

Panters ceramic anger management phalanx and farmers almanac

It's illegible.

Cumbersome humerous wack-a-doo poodle movement, part three.

Streaming tiger carson car parts and god damn it.

Turn to the page where it start to fill the room

with bondo its always a better smile.

Fully charged skinny weapons of skin and teeth.

Gallons of purple water and a corpus collosum blossum with the dip.

Stinky pants fell off the granite carbine sundial apple jackson.

Crack maker noise orange like it stains the situation Humpty.

Do the knows of the past and the plow forth on humble elle

Bow down and worship me and i will give you everything you need.

Incline cries of seas of fingers and dirt. The dirt of paradiggems.

The angles of the fracture cast light on my sockets

Sew the boon, sally forth and thrust a sucky fuzzy i dont know.

Wasted the on time coupon in a corner cavort cage shark

Burt Reynolds.

Some mother of his wrote the dose for twice.

and the difference kuhnipshun shin splint and a rotten stint

a plug for the telescope aarghs the ripples and aaghs the plank

shank pimps and title midgets in stripes pigeon widget factory samples.

fumble ball walking almost,it sinks in at night. a tree.

Wait. I almost.of course it's nervous and speculative
propelled by an echo,arsenal floats.
And it hit him in the effing eye. A spread sheet short meat thick white.

Lean and lean into the end, it can't reach scrape . It can't wait .

What a feint, a dollop of dimes on motor bikes hit that. Yellow dash marks.

Call the number on the back of your receipt.

Turn to the page where it start to fill the room

with bondo its always a better smile.

Blizzard of geometric symbols,carson car parts,call it what you will

within
acute as the window, it postulates beside him.a time fractured

watching.

you.

And then it's so boring next year. You have to wait in this really long line and then when you get up there it's

like a sanguine arsenal. a bad moustache and more paperwork. the troublesome monuments collide .

CHICK-FIL-A

otherwise norm you'll
day.

for you.

He strolled along at an even and quick pace.
the sensation of the desire to move forward.
itching certain places of the body can be difficult.
it was about time for them to
(ten minute break right here)
the concentrated movement of your right foot and eyes.
drifting off into a comfortable darkness
he felt that awareness was heavy
returning with a blur and then
a solid thought.
(coffee for this particular gentleman!)
and watery hot fresh wow what okay im here,hi, how are you?
the rattle of plastic home furnishings and non-recyclables.
familiarly commiserating with small images of real people.
a dried bread warmth or a citrus tang,perhaps.
He left the front of the house and behind him,visible through the window of an unused room, a strange tentacle shoved an old curtain aside and slapped against the window.
are the trashcans by the side of the road? and the grass is not tall yet.
the keys fit in the ignition
safe passage: "Hello, How are you today?"
yes i can accomplish this task
the quiet performance of ritual hygenic bodily functions.
necessity or habit requires sustenance
necessity or habit is who you think you might be.
the mouth will tingle. repeat if necessary.
interaction with smaller living creatures.
repose and vegetative trance fills sponge-like head with information
the desire to laugh and communicate (and again, for sustenance)
recollection of the task and the darkness
habit goes to his usual room. necessity bonds with it in another



they aint,i tell you,sir and madam.
paint.with kind profundity's arodytetea, i do not give this to you.
recognize a routine internally,do not seek one peacefully

harmonize with yr ass.

and proceed.read
abstraction. forest time and figure lines the tree's space.and do not quibble words into visuals.thunder aint light. and gee 8tch ain't a convention.
not do read eye touch wet words write brush peruse and the shipment Aint worth nuthin but the thing that launched it
aint not worth a thousand type faces or smelly fish or fruitless rhymeless returns page breaks the surface




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bullet finger sweaty eyebrow breath
saw it coming and flipped to the
fell forward towards the refraction of sharp
he realized the shark was going to reach
for nasa,space is
jumping quickly and letting out a
and then his entire personality changed
watching the needle sag into her crook
flatbed's tail smashed windshield glass
a screaming tingle of the air beneath jumped and





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CUCUMBER THURSDAY

Wash he was a system see it grow.

Calculated cue, umber coated

roaming cucumber cluster ring.



Shower Sheena stabilizer fungus

the mule.Too utilized wires weakening.

Flabbergasted axiom crumbles it see.

Fumble water an egg a,sectional

and three rows.

Talent shatter fantastic capital

catapult encumbered missed him.

Claws see floods gnats know.

Billy bobbed the apple a plaything and

wonder monkey rails the arch - i see thoughts.

Square blocks numbered walks and charts

and graphs frantic. A bundle of burning matches.

The internet.

Billboard rips a rat stir image prowess.

Worms eye view thru shrapnel

and clear coat.

but that true coat,caught by the river

is Eggo vomit and the alphabet rolls

credit.



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Steve Rex Sandy Miles Reid

Fran Tim Russ Chuck Lee

Will Fran Sandy Lee Reid

Anne Sandy Fran Billy Billy

Will Fran Sandy Lee Reid

Russ Reid Fran Fran Sandy

Lee Reid Rex Reid Miles

Billy Carl Rex Billy Carl Rex

Tim Tim Sandy Lee Lee

Miles Will Lee Fran Miles

Sandy Sandy Sandy

Anne Billy Will Sandy

Will Billy Sandy Rex Rex

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Billy.

Billy Will Anne Carl Lee Billy

Miles Anne Miles Will Sandy

Fran Fran Rex Fran Rex Fran

Russ. Carl Lee Lee

Lee Reid

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Frank Willy Stan Annie Leigh.

February ,march the seventh

Call it a march,sir.
The number of light way stations in the pines. The pineapples,the brigade.
Call it a sanrio surprise.
A supply closet, werewolf chldren of the United Nations. A broken arrow.
Turn to nothing and stay in motion until it bleeds.
Whimsical intestines.
Caution: Extremely flammable moisturizers and lubricates,the evolution of print.
Concentrating and inhaling the kiss-off.
If the sentence were to end
with a structure of water,mineral oil, questions? Comments?
You may be sensitive to the son.

wednesday thursday friday

TUESDAY: Rghtingmore tsk.


1.areruh
trust friend. ?
Poor dont identify with. out the rich.
Answers! (the face off of the century.) Time spent...
questions so deluxe, given as is.
Top oh, topic at hand,regarding confidence.
So it goes into a metamorphosis of the kind, which of course,won't run. It just get's laconic.

The following, in excess from the it- once was it in regards to so go forth
knowing with license and under your breath a certain record of this
particular subject is ,as it were,annotated and substantial.

2.Pontificating watermelon, humor to disguise insecurities.

Raging moments almost broken rubber band (so house that hair cut?).
Words are.

A kinging.
The signed cast, the many colored surface that has glass-like.
A sad imitation in golf buttons from a big box.

Belief ridden
claw marked stacks
books on the run.

3.It just Figures. vodka so sure about the wake for.
Rest. (in 2nd place is painting.) Most of the time
gracious bubbling bad tracts,which is
what, a character? - good for nothing.


4.time like trial collapsed .......................................................... a smirk shattered the which is what the head
doctor,
...........the black mask.
Most cases rebellious figures in shades are
...................................salty belief systems.
icey catwalk, ...........
.................................unevened by a lack of are uh
....trust.

5.Slumping stack of marshrooms.
the reason,the ability to stop when everyone else says run.
Like the door. love the door. love its patterns. fucking love its handle!
you going into the end ? For
Your ride on a bus or a train.

6.And turned inward, chafing lyrics with handshakes
in no wet dead fish meter.
treatlessly wagging what they are.
just not focused,

pt 1. the inreal
It looks through with a wonky row of carefully stacked electrical grids.
a normal face. a normal face. a normal face.
cat scans. a perused sci-fi book straddles an erased organic chemistry set.
a marry oh brother punk bible tribute (the remix)

blackholes, like childhood, suck back the years. lookit.
this distended indie dissed knee,bends. in intend oh jump rope crunch push go.
regret trembles a finger over the top of the rotary loop, and claws for something
the hourglass belly of a black widow under a rock outside my window
the wriggle through. my waking, ugly rumblings up my throat
the future. "Ul' thars sum banes ontha stove"
a voice vibrating from inside my skull sounds nice to me
a neighbor i remember only a part of me sees as i sneak.
a 45 minute tape clicks after a long quiet empty and i repeat:
a voice vibrating inside my skull sounds nice to me. observe.
me.
pt.2 the real
now. a shifting self conscious weight and a heaviness in the chest
shuffling a vague ache from one shoulder to the other
stucky hair and lumbering up with the sun
a bumby unburning showering brew wide eyed waker
pop a pill and wait an hour later
munch a fried potater
bubble up to a convenient point and fume the flue.
cross culture mastermind my meme thoughts about
you.
pt.3 the unreal
is. missive vitriolic toiling sarcastic soiled sassy pants
pissed mission insists grievous about the fact it exists
kissed myself with implicit winks
and inked electric issues of unfelt integrity
on my slave labor hate tray of gluttonous hurt
onward armour ambles in asinine lyrical ripping steps
blessing self deafening lessons into the sun
hugging nuthin and mushed grumblings

more stuff that isnt art.

throw it

Expansive and breathing out.
Gary Gegenhalten stretched his wings and looked down from the top of Stone Mountain. A cold night to see into the darkness, a fraction of the city lights and tiny traffic going by. Thought and physicality made self aware, he leaned into himself and put hands to knees. Breathing deeply he stood back up and wiped cold sweat from his face with a shakey hand. The wind up here bit through.
Gary, a painter and poet - a child of the 80's, smiled and let himself laugh as he could.
Inter thoughts. The ultimate in connectivity. The most efficient use of space for a body,once in all of its emptiness. A shell. Laid flat in a row forever. All of this, as a general underlying principle, drove him up this mountain tonight. Communication with the specifics of specific names and faces. But closer.Gary. His actual action of doing it. Exposing it. Representative of the thing itself, in so much being nothing but the idea of that spirit. Perfectly without value.
Gary's Contribution to the thing called a City. Buzzing by. Cultural occassions for the individual,opportunities to live and raise a family, build a business. Buy land. The measure of success.
Space requires success. Efforts equal merit in subjectivity's heavy peruse.It weighs in so many other factors.
He hears Scarlett O'Hara declaring the importance of land. He Irish father's words. Land. Land. Land.
Anything outside of the internal interpretation of experience is given to others with value. In terms of its worth as making strict sense, as useful as knowledge, or as a recognizable apptitude for a skilled physical labor.
A smal random crater-

smore is

Truncated eloquence drifts
between grit iron lit and guffawed unalignable quips.
Delivered from a self-sickled unpunctuated tittle.
Calm uh, before the storksaurus.
Bored into 'brieviations.
Crowning kings before they are born.
Scroll flailing dollops of type rote walking
syllables. adding it all up.
a super balancing inelastic iconoclastic alphanumerical antidiscriminating supererogatorily...
Unaccent accident- a word fulcrum cunundrum.
Sober duplicate's puniest remark to itself and
embellishes a welfare of glad-handing comrades.
Chasing himself with a comma-net,
(he runs around his own circle)
irked by fun.

oh no.i tuned the forecast on my typos
Tyed po' TIE-fighter theme to tilting titanics.
Tears i tell ya.
tailing my tight pole tye dye timed pose
arent i hour
in thai ear injun earring
deep art meant?
in contrast,tho.
A tincture tongue of cayenne
amplified tonight
by the light of the day . wake up maggot
dare tote tows toes through life
ich glaube
ich habe einer
thing zu sagt zu dir.
tard and tired of teuer tie rods
sunlight shows how old you are.
and treads toe out from the snout
i dont buy the ghost of marginal regret.
that theres value
that theres sharin
the last breath of elegance
with marge and sharon from ache are
the deep art meant
"brought to you in part by". right now
(like right now)
im shifting in front of this day
aware of all the days before me. including a day in oh.
november of 1988.
fucking words stumble before...no. inside of,behind .through this or that
influence.
a know it all whose eloquence out
does his intelligence.
word trickery is demanding me before thee.
i can just about rattle the weird pleasure
that hurts
to almost root around in yr brain with typewriter keys.
so obvious. a volcanic ache, a mound under the surface of yr flesh that hurts to wrinkle. squeeze a thought out, dont push. relax
it's better for you. mind if i shuffle these card and right justify them. magnetize them
alphabetize them.
turning text into paths and objects and ungrouping them so as to change their size.
arch arch arch your back that tingle inside the hands
the urge that nerves the stomach
as the world turns.

fragmen.teary literature?

"Let her alone," Mr. Levy said. "Look, she's trying to sleep."
"Let her alone?" Mrs. Levy propped up Miss Trixie on the yellow nylon couch.
"Do you realize,Gus, that this is the tragedy of this poor woman's life. She's always been alone. She needs someone. She needs love."

Unfettered by the clone,Evan Levy bled. Book,shows flying sue steep.
Writ on a throne? Mr.Levy popped up his tricky phone the fellow lion crouch.
dew youthed real eyes fuss fat missed missle rhapsody office store showman strife. sheathed saw flays to the bone. sheen eats salt bone. ski knead dulls dove.

He won the battle for his grandfather, staring at the ironic clone, the Imperial Of Cultural Rules had created of him, Evan Levy.
Gripping his nose phone,he whistled the improper tone of art ages and it reverberated saying," I will get to the source of this with eyes of knives, and find the funding you so weakly disguised."
His first mandate was the destruction of art books. All to be thrown from Stone Mountain's suiced leap side, so named by the sad insane sue trixie from 2060. But from his Atlantis Throne, he came down to confront his robot grandfather. He was nothing more than a backwards clock with feet.
His Leo heart crest and tireless childlike followers scowered for the numbers, the details,using this information to bombard the fragile veil,the reason for no investment.
They, the man that is they, gave up the ghost,peeled back the last layer, let down the paperwork drone. exposed and left a pile of gold alone, little emblazened creative kittens nurturing away at milk and momma's million miles wide home.
It was peacefully an outdoor field,a downhill breeze,with dish cold wings serving us art from now on.

a judgmental ramp
age is just a numb early bird
gets the womb
stop saying its not your fault.
"line!"
is it best out west?
south of cheese?
us, christ, and them.
sun flowers and eye in
L.A. is provencial
prevention is worth a wait
oh show me
the way
to the
ooh baby i love your waste
27 is the magic numb
ear, cut here
on the dotted lie.
we're cloisin in on em with
it is him! it is him its him is it him
gotta keep em

so cute.

SUNDAY: puppyclear
happy puppy nice crisp fall morning grassy field.
butterflies sleeping chipmunks snoozing.
one time that morning,the sun. big yellow yawn,exposing a tooth it had lost.
Hey mister sun,you lost one of your teeetheses happy sunday morning puppy.
The sun raced across the sky embarrassed
for about 3 days.
serious father's star,wagging tail all the way,pooped sunday twelve poopies
One of them had a grumpy face.
now.chipmunks unbeknownst,
ahem the curmudegeonly rule of the butterflies. political system red clay broken sticks. southern cities, A future that would render walking fruitless!
Who needs walking butterfly council. butterflies ate poo and drew
picture twenty billion foot tall buildings rich people played gold coins heads
congested traffic below.
chipmunk shaving arms. upright tattooed gritting self-rolled smokes
Let's get em emperor chipmunk.
sun dark side. powerful female council denying nurturing thoughts.creative or fertile. its own rule of diversity. adorned repeated incessantly
pop radio song
written about it,just for it.
Just for the chipmunks,or so it said.
This really annoyed the puppy. own poopie. kicked up dirt with several back kicks.
couldnt resist movements. All could depend on this.
walked in circles
and waited. as strong as they were, lead and copied him.
marching screaming marched circles,reign from the sky.
laughed and the sun cried.
only grassy pockets,low foot paths
interconnected funny spots. spots watering holes escapism
silent feet could meet and jam,visible street glass walls.
his mother was a chipmunk today day pass on and become the sun.
accepted this,felt abandoned
after 3 days,for all the body rot and draw flies. and smell.
and so the gold coins filled the streets,40 tons a day.
in their circles,sold out. dried up sky filled with wires
happiness remained relative.

IN MEXICO OR EGYPT

A VAMPIRE BOX
WITH AQUAMAN ON THE DIRTY COVER
EGYPTIAN AMISH STEAK

Trees.Like dendrites.
Dot the path. Equal to a connection.
Equal to the little dots of the crowd.
Faces dot the way. Heard it was good instinct.
Dashing past criticism, fidgets shuffles grinning.
Exasperated from giving. Sighing for fun.

Dash mark slash mark, an ugly part from the end of his colon.
Semi-swinging his poison pen leaking. Across the street right now.
The black curtains have a station they observe.

See myself there doing what I deserve.
Saw me and into a bleak infinity
an internal rhyme scheme a communal wandering We.
Filled with viral holes that creak. The moon is made of these.
Estranged from myself, I scribble about disease.
Creative to share a plow, stuck in the ruts of a mummified oxen carcass slumps.
Birds like words dash and land on sun bleached horns.
Dot marked little toes and a small pointed beak.
I do this now.
It is happening to me. It is happening to you. It is happening to us. It has happened and it is over. The night ends and you are at home.
In the end is a dot.

.....READ BOTH ROWS....................... READ BOTH ROWS.................................................
.....gosh mine rote like rose read read rote......
......just bust with beut.....
.....play that tune baby........
........play that shit good................
.............pure face.....mine will your.....very cute.......................
.....your skin your hair your mind deep give full mind full body deep felt.........
....deep aqua gone.......fish walk.........still love......still love............
..........still love ....care your will your word......................
........star burn love melt rock still love... your soft.... your need
...............your body your self give self into still full give still your love.....
............hour time sand slip love wont slip still felt.... kiss..........
good exit come back some time your will have mine love..................
..................safe gone away mine love mine will come back love........

...............even over many many many many feet..........................


.......................... GROWS YOUNG DIRTY TULIP..........................


.............eeesh tulip you're kinda krank...........
.............clear snake wings
...............trace cloud black skies..................
..............flown harsh moans crash rains.............................
...............looky,rests loves place
................happy blood shows................
................dirty males urges creep.................................
................ended beats heart break.......................

after burnss a red red rose and blakes the sick rose


O MY Luve 's like a red, red rose
That 's newly sprung in June:
O my Luve 's like the melodie
That's sweetly play'd in tune!

As fair art thou, my bonnie lass,
So deep in luve am I:
And I will luve thee still, my dear,
Till a' the seas gang dry:

Till a' the seas gang dry, my dear,
And the rocks melt wi' the sun;
I will luve thee still, my dear,
While the sands o' life shall run.

And fare thee weel, my only Luve,
And fare thee weel a while!
And I will come again, my Luve,
Tho' it were ten thousand mile

O Rose, thou art sick!
The invisible worm,
That flies in the night,
In the howling storm,
Has found out thy bed
Of crimson joy;
And his dark secret love
Does thy life destroy.

gross4 yuck5
40ur letter and 5ive letter words only in one or

Pants
Sanguine arsenal,
floats four words.
Nervous Speculative Echo Modern.

A step ladder retrieval system in Mexico or Egypt.
We travel together.
Generative race monuments. (collide!)

As the world turns,a terminal blizzard of geometric symbols, acute as the window, it postulates beside us. And over there.
Redpath's family lowland's brows the heard internet stinked.
Tiny wingspans in the shambles of an election year. Get hits!
Talents wax the sarcasm filled wills of grinding time
call it what you will, outsided - on the street. A bipedal search engine.

Within a time,a fractured assassin pants.
Asterix over the gall bladder makes a sub tract for doo doo.
Suite number 24 fits the kazoo in lieu or amplitudes reeds
Anvil. Acme. Acne. Colorful child. One legged info.

Planter primary color dust bunny. A galloping figurine, dusting the roadshow-a high ceiling's upturned nose.
Atrium distended,well intended.Breathing half full in an argument with god.
And a couple of really thin pages between the lungs
Cough gallops and rolls the uvula.
Yellow pages in an ice storm of husky funeral rights. It must all means something.

Passage action and passive fallopian tubes bruise the PR.
The 80's rinkee dink.
Bomb da embassy,bomb the front deck.
set up cameras on your intestinal track.
The bowtie shades and the thin tight suit.
Painters' ceramic anger management phalanx
and (with face in seestone hat) Farmers Almanac
It's illegible. The future.

Cumbersome humerous wack-a-doo poodle movement, part three.
Streaming tiger carson car parts and god damn it.
Turn to the page where it start to fill the room
With bondo, it's always a better smile.
Fully charged skinny weapons of skin and teeth.

Gallons of purple water and a corpus collosum
(blossum with the dip,the dramatic paws).

Stinky pants fell off the granite carbine sundial apple jackson!
Crack maker noise orange, like it stains the situation Humpty.
Do the knows of the past and the plow forth on humble elle ?

Bow down and worship me and i will give you everything you need.
Incline cries of seas of fingers and dirt. The dirt of paradiggems.
The angles of the fracture cast light on sockets.
Sew the boon, sally forth and thrust a sucky fuzzy i dont know.
Wasted the on time coupon in a corner cavort cage shark
Burt Reynolds. Or Roddy Piper.

Some mother wrote the dose for twice,
and the difference kuhnipshun shin splint and a rotten stint.
A plug for the telescope aarghs the ripples and aaghs the plank.
Shank pimps and title midgets in stripes pigeon widget factory samples.
Fumble ball walking almost,it sinks in at night. a tree.

Wait. I almost,of course it's nervous and speculative- propelled by an echo,
the arsenal floats.
And it hit him in the eye. A spread sheet short meat thick white.
Lean and lean into the end, it can't reach scrape . It can't wait .
What a feint, a dollop of dimes on motor bikes hit that. Yellow dash marks.
Call the number on the back of your receipt.

Turn to the page where it start to fill the room
Blizzard of geometric symbols,carson car parts,call it what you will
within acute as the window, it postulates beside him.a time fractured
watching.
you.
And then it's so boring next year. You have to wait in this really long line and then when you get up there it's
like a sanguine arsenal. a bad moustache and more paperwork. the troublesome monuments collide .

it's a bigfoot print. it's a ufo. the thing itself,a ufo. i dunno.a cosmic laughing gas trick andpolitics are based on faith in the goodness of humans.comotose. thoughtless spontaneity applicabilityand degredation of the rules,while using themI cannot escape these characters. Their ways and what they mean,each letter of the alphabet is a thing,and they all have multiple personalities. A is a man in a suit,even and especially when he is lowercase. B is a young unused cheap garden rake,probably one you would use to learn how to use rakes with. C is a flounder,overcooked in a restaurant in some small midwestern county. It is mostly about its innate odor,the letter C. Its lowercase is a flight of stairs in an office building. D is an abstract concept. Its lowercase is a cumberbund. I don't know what B's lowercase is,if you were wondering.If you know,you tell me. E is a pack of chewing gum,and its lowercase is Antarctica.For each sound it makes it is different. For instance,when "e" is used in elephant,it is very much like the man in a suit,and when paired with the man in the suit, it is a piece of humming sheetrock. When "e" is used in "diet",it is a mirror. Now,"E",as in "Evil" qualifies the combination with a front heavy balance.It signifies nothing. F is a son of a bitch and its lowercase is a paper manufacturing plant. G is candlewax stuck in carpet. Its lowercase is the word "vile". H is a poet, its lowercase is a badger. I is an old tattered copy of Gone with the Wind,while its counterpart,"i", is a Buddhist tapestry. The letter I in both instance,follows the same set of peculiar inconsistancies as the letter "E" When "i" is used in "sight", it is a stalagtite,while in its usage of the word "sit","i" is a pair of shoes that Shirley Temple wore. J is a remote control and its lowercase is the concept of the word "Be". It is the same in German. K is confusingly the letter G. In its lowercase it becomes a pack of wild bathed maltese dogs rushing across a scottish moor. L is a toenail. Its lowercase is the word "and". M is the 50 yd line on a football field. No particular football field. Its lowercase is an astronomical unit. N is a painting by Paul Mccartney of The Beatles(not to be later confused with the lowercase of "z",which is a painting by John Mellencamp) The lowercase "n" is a boombox that belonged to Terence Trent Darby. O is a tornado and its lowercase is a trepanned skull. P is vomit. Its lowercase is subtle. Q is the constellation of Scorpio. In is smaller form,"q", is a type of weapon that has not yet been invented. R is the space between the legs of a chair on a table. Its lowercase is a sunflower in the south of france. S is a guilty thought. Its lowercase is two sacks of potatoes that Billy the Kid ate.T is a verb. "t" is a sound of teeth grinding. U is amnesia and its lowercase is a toilet cake in a club Johnny Depp owned.U follows no constant rule. One time, in 1980, it made an appearance as what is known as a "Beholder", a creature from a fantasy role playing game popular at the time with unnattractive pubescent boys. V is a dishwashing machine in a fastfood restaurant. Its lowercase is Anthony Perkins. W is the Louvre. It's lower case is boredom. X is,surprisingly, the letter X. Lowercase "x" is one of those useless seats in a movie theatre placed all the way to the front left corner. Y is a time travel machine,its lowercase is the fifth line of speech in Casablanca.Z is a tuning fork and i have inthe past indicated what the lowercase form of "z' is.I will set to translating everything i have written by these truths in the near future.Everything i write from now on will adhere to these rules. please print this page out and carry it with you and use it in your daily travels.ThrowpoetmaninasuitpaintingbypaulmccartneyG TimetravelmachinetornadoamnesiaPackofchewinggumcandlewaxstuckincarpetcandlewaxstuckincarpetruntornadotornadoflypoet

Dear Bigfoot I acknowledge with humility your existence, and in doing so, I humbly fill myself with your guidance,and all my being is dedicated to doing what your will would deem necessary in relation to my single life,for I love all you do and all you have done. I express these things to you in an idea formed from my being. Sounds. Sounds that say how much I love you,Bigfoot. Your big hairy arms. Ooh nawsh sea mach sew clairitin. Calibrate sew mosh sand whilliffan. Chumble doth hairy my will for can. Oh Bigfoot, the fear of death ist truble for sum. Int talent sax a clear ring of trees. Oh giant matted furry beast that I love, hear and comunicate with me,understand that I give to what you say and do hear you, oh Bigfoot. I speak directly to you now as a person, Bigfoot. Trees leaves and grunts crackle feet and my boots fire skeletons and blood chirp worn paths hunt sleep and shit,oh Bigfoot. A sun bean guns for roots dug deep in there reads,the words,the scratches in the earth so walked upright it knuckle dragged the Bigfoot. It said things in heads and said, it went to between us and oh Bigfoot,let us be together through you,Oh Bigfoot.

Sufferin' in analog, the letters never. Leaves shadows, branches extended from the main source.
Remove a face, duplicate. A person, a way of being that traces. Outlines of voices creased and perforated. A time grafted flash of varying axioms and physical entertainment.
Food and Conversation.
The rows of words come to a head. From a lineage scroller derby. A reed twisted by the owner of Popeye's corporation's speedboat. The tools supplied by rich hands extensions into another's fast packaged life. Exacerbate the credit referential overlay of seventeen expressions.
Exploration's deliberation an awareness, that American. Horizontal common denomination of lesser things,acceptable tastes. And i see you reading this. Comprehension has a one piece chair and table to introduce.
Acceptable tongue to roof nail to a crossword.
Intentions nodes and file sizes stretched while
puzzle pieces lose the width of the blade.
Okay. And here's where the definition of the word
definition is drawn on identity.
Oopsie was a gerund of a teddy bear
with a cloud cafe addiction and in the future
flowers between his toes.
Uhgbee was also a stuffed bear,
with competition in the special day's fields,he spiked Oopsie's
perpencity for giggling and falling over

In Mexico or Egypt.
We travel together.
Generative race monuments(collide). break is structured, does not indicate any structure, yet its
traveling thru space on horizontal planes. Over oceans

Of thought,on thought
as the world turns,geometric symbols, acute as the window, it postulates beside us. And over there. the aisle.

Tiny wingspans on binary 8ch team Elle, Get hits!
Talents wax the sarcasm filled wills of grinding time
Call it what you will, outsided - on the street. A bipedal search engine.

Within a time,a fractured seamen's antics encapsulated in the deep, pants.
Asterix over the gall bladder makes a sub tract for doo doo. Meaning,
amplitudes reeds the bottom of Jone's Locke.r
Atrium distended and hyphenated,well intended.
Breathing half full in an argument with god. or God.
And a couple of really thin pages between the lungs
Cough gallops and rolls the uvula. speak up.
It must all means something.

Painters' ceramic anger management phalanx
and (with face in seestone hat) Farmers Almanac
It's illegible. The future.

Cumbersome humerous wack-a-doo wordle movement, part three.
Turn to the page where it start to fill the room
Fully charged skinny weapons of skin and teeth grit the quill.

(blossum with the dip,the dramatic paws,the handwriting analysis).

Incline cries of seas of fingers and dirt. The dirt of paradiggems.
The angles of the fracture cast light on sockets for understanding

Some mother of what she said, wrote the dose for twice,
A plug for the telescope aarghs the ripples and aaghs the plank. we walk forward,crawl forward,travel together,to get her,
Cross the t's and dot the I's.

Wait. I almost,of course it's nervous and speculative- propelled by an echo,
the arsenal floats.
And it hit him in the eye for tea time
A spread sheet short meat thick white.
Lean and lean into the end, it can't reach scrape . It can't wait . Yellow dash marks.
Call the number on the back of your receipt.

Turn to the page where it start to fill the room
Blizzard of geometric symbols
you.
the troublesome monuments collide .

Two day I am a saying, that it said it went away and went away to
turn to say it saw it turn into a web, a fractalizing page saying surely said
I said that it said we, and in so saying we trailed off in multi-way to say.
See yourself alone,together in this way and observe subjectively. As a way. It
sees a world, a monitor wake up, then later it is deep research in a net.
For seeing information speedily hasted is subjectively what it's for.


Down a long path a blurred wordless focus.
Focus on yourself to
find,Missplld is the way to society communicates
is a way to say
a list, a thread, 'lectric rabid teeth, it's the common man is likely said.
Hyde in plain site,the faces on the net.
The value owner of thoughts for
you're the luckiest man alive. You have to believe that
i really cant spell it
for rawness disarms the honest
bite of searched light friendly internet

Observe the sale,sell the winds,
and see yourself rolling in it
from your friends,yr strangers lungs it real time to already say
a given gift it slips and disiminates
Foe cuss, dammit. It's about me that I am writing. Clumsy purpose.
Is this on a bus stop wall? A proper pause for thaught two day is my way.
My two days four tomorrow bore my anticipation.
Across letters in someone else's sea squints
listing vomit.

WEN?

eggtooth visited a friend's studio today. in between old familiar streets back through the old neighborhood, i buzzed along damn young aged and careful. slippery streets on a basically pretty day of freedom in the united states, free to visit friends and fellow artists. i deliberately fishtail and belch. remembering this morning at thumbs up diner. im enjoying pancakes carmelized with a twinge of apple juice. slightly crispy sugary so yummy . Kodac Harrison sits down next to me. ive never formally met the man, but no, i have.months ago. briefly over the introduction and noise in my own head, pandra williams sculpture hand slams his grip into mine and i dashed away. now there he sits, reading his paper. a regular that never speaks,they say. my friend's art on the walls around me...i will go visit him today, between rainy showers. it will be refreshing. just a sip for the air and the grass. i had a polite conversation with mr. harrison and let him enjoy his breakfast. enjoyed the chance encounter. he's the slam master and does it all the time now at java monkey in decatur. truckin on down and around looking for some stolen moments, wondering do i go out ponce turn that trudging right down peachtree pick up mterials and haul those resin crytals back..i didnt sleep last night. hyper sensitive to caffiene now i guess, ive purified myself with water. slippery streets slipped me away from work today, my thoughts drift to a home up in roswell i should visit, but not today. a warm honest presence that playfully tweaks my perception of reality for moments.pulls on my curiosity, caring and creativity with gentle perfect movements. inspires me and activates other parts of my brain.
but i visited another friend's studio today. a friendly guy about thirty,havent seen him in 4 years,he does these sculpture/ paintings that are entirely without..i don't know. attitude? a simple charm that makes me realize they know themselves. i, in all my thoughts, realize not to question them too beyond,not to rub my chin and artfully contemplate them. how stuffy. the place and time is right for them. here and now, they work . im reminded of a younger happier state of mind.he shows me commissioned projects he did for pleasure and a little extra cash.i hear others moaning of their labored craft and feel their dead weight nag.moaning so boastfully,supposdly unappreciated trying to churn an aura for nobody.but this guy here and now, his honesty, his work doesn't try to do what my mind starts to want to ask of it.i laugh inside, i realize im relaxed and enjoy this. it's nice. they are pleasing and hand crafted. i wonder if ive strayed my ideals into the wrong walk of life...i realize he does this stuff, this nice stuff, for love.
i wonder at the pain of other's honesty. their need for their idea. their quest or their natural inclination.i dont know. is it for more, for who? culture...mankind?. this friend's studio is the exact opposite of the inside of my too tried and tired skull, clawing around inside me looking for a reason to be uncomfortable.technique is enough for a lifetime. the idea of suffering, so self important. the work is still what it is. suffering is for yrself, i guess you should realize it renders it what it is. might as well be looking in a mirror.what's it for? i enjoy it. why can't it just be that?

KILL ART!

THURSDAY: Let's be friends and kill art.
Concocted fry height hot zips zip while shudders go click click. Sip on crits and reinforce your derision,the commodification of momma's milk.

I don't know, explorer toes through gallery halls and people before art we goes. So it sits and rots under the same sun. In the ancient chapter you red faced phonies pull pits of opinions.

Chapel chaff bees sing about crashers disease,Worker applications branch whispers about the marble dirt covered halls. Painters clean their brushes in Art Blogs of the 22nd century,long afer humans are gone.
Stalled out for four seventeen.Waiting for something to happen.
For new baby's breath's pay check the shot clock chock full of technique and knowledge.
Full of express in your wake.

Anti-lycanthrope skin so soft tea time the tame fool moon.. and two and half super stars.
One wishbone ,cheap lip balm,and a template.
Amphibian cubicle eyes categorize and elaborate artsie lies.
The street aint valued in the street it experiences you. White walls creep with pre-definition of need simplified and cheapened. Let's be friends and kill art.

Wrought quarters live or real, real life or experience,expressed it person,expressed it given,it's a given you're given to a sickness. Make me like you.Not your art.
File a faint bio degree and read. I just like looking at this. Yeah. Write.

Jury zero retires,quota lurches, diss it stick it sticky stint hanger space care taker, calls it amazing and tells somebody. Amazing humans stare at themselves in the end. With careful crafted wit and navel gazing races split.
The flower glib technique boredom day lily reminiscent wishes wilts in the sense that there's no escape anymore anyways. So say it and don't complain. You gotta be yourself.

Clueless anti gone or rest ease in the now,bow will movements, to curators' chafed cock sucking knees,grows on trees are flung upmosted sir cumberbund stance the wine glass.

Sew the what with homecraft foe honesty schticky business. Dollar daze are here again.
It could say,ribcage pilch the heater mizer,roly poly was a bear,portune it rate,ask eight as skate a manatee dance.or whatever nod off. and now it's now it's gone. It's so important.

Your funuffle fill in the woops account for nice a tease,it aint art. Bumble clouds. And yellow is a reason to just be supportive.
Laptur lick tung oil your asspike vanesque exit to society net works the seen.
Hurnufter worse. Jungulated nurburgber menever. Flowtated drywall horse torniquet. Ballast drat withstand the price sheet. sell her door. Her bunny obsession,his filterless dervish slings whatever.

Did he diss she did it make sense or was it over your head?
Culture starts with family.
Do die deck tickle limbic. Ghost zone foe bur woon. Dop zaminy lined pages scrawl sin niche hurt, and this or that,it's always the same.Dock torn weighting rue.Ubber ubber what's that cat's name,the doggie.Wone true groofe thrumps and hard ice tyrants two burnt sandle skipper wrinkle.

Oh no, it's slobbered a truth. Kolt naz dacker read. I agree naked horseback beliefs.
Threw all treats and sweaty honest efforts, Jury Zero nulls the bottom line with a hostile take over.
Gabba alpha eugene nordic evil was a pink cake in comparison to what we've done to ourselves.

Dipity dot and encumbant jiminy. Glip stir rinded fastener hemen artist statement.
Mat stiruv never enough thujone to eat eat eat verse us would words. Gee.
Uhnume ick extack hitter on your bullshit gallery system. Die fan you'll lean by morph oh zeit.

Cutternest stipulated frenzy knee hum statch youths backed up stand still an say empty.
Myopic flavor weather for a global warming buy pole art cap to shove up.
vibe dib you bus. callimetastic janswer. nero pappy june. sand bur class is fashion.
I donut lie kuh muse sick in galleries..
Can sir is nice, to call this art. Qwerty loiter loyd ter oyster it up blue beard blue balls hides behing blogger walls, a pearl?
Biblio man, ton ex-ray graphic caring touchless charter unbuilt atlantis away. Hoe zine drum eye's woody stickit where the sun don't shy.Iber passage ruffian shadow wasp. Sigh burdillity earns ire anonymity. Fool of it. Art.

THURSDAY: The Conversation
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it had uh be it had a be it had uh be it hadda be. a sound.
Will happen will happen i heard i heard i heard i heard i seen
impression two people. two people two people two people.
cloudy.americans americans americans other areas other areas other areas
across the world what happened what happened what happened this
time.

Heavy metallic thuds dark. then, Klack. then klack it phases it fades it feigns
a distant, Klang! Graft quietly so quietly eons. it's eons. Crack.
Worsening. war singing. Mercenary carves, loose tumor a tumor,of thought.
Slower. it's slower.shadow. will happen will happen will happen
i heard i heard i heard i heard i heard. the wet leaves.

Lower it's lower.it's lower it's lower. a sound.(Unger) (blife) um numb you late.
Ooof!
and ooooh. it is slower. it will happen
will happen will happen will happen will happen.escape escape
escape. a smile a laugh.

in a comic book.
Colorful .wham. It flowers its flowers and zings. the goof.
Woopsie. dream. and chuckle.a chuckle. a shudder. Short lite moment.

Soon soon soo sooo soon, soon, soon, so
so so soon. so so oh. alone. thoughts bubble.
aren't funny. when communicate.

Tribal tattoo in starbucks
with arms like snow. and finger inkies in my back.

Sum of thinks til' flaps calves, it's a chasm,it's charm,
its fiends. Shutter bugged. John Tesh's shrink wrapped
testicles pour milky ways for puke rock. Spastic actors trample the
method why fee fie foe hum. The median glass is
shattered grass and traffic aint cozy. And then.

A figure trace, that effortlessly takes up space.
So graceful ways and tickles the air up and down
beautiful slope to two reaches
and tossed multicolor thoughts
a wry smile and inside sighs at a secret sight.
Webs stretched and tingles details to dream
outside is passed thru and gone is now returned.

Beige and browny dim sum lite tea of the day. Order up.
I never knew Chai men existed.
Mirror smears are popped personal creamers.
Flame and sand bur in my glossy magazine cover, says class is fashion. I can't stare too long.
Stacked and wack a poll up warn it's trick to systems and diligence.
Factor as a glass a traffic light,a stanza piss sips again sits.
The spastic jitter buggy thoughts.
Sips slaptor flaggish haggis sand bur class is fashion, slipped impish hips in tight
squirmy square sugary lips.

And sweet stones licked, collapsed in the fridge. On break for drive thru's.
Gallops a collosum and drafts across a lean two bean pole. Per cool,later. Friendshit pressed dark and strong.
Woodland stalk crackle wernt cane a sum,mumbled guffaw of frost or foamy counter weight.
A bird shit this?

So, blue mounting ten cups rushing rivers of words fills up. Didja make in time too strong?
Uh, do something drought,collapses the energy chasm. Its charm mirth strafes your wrath. With hair everywhere.

Concocted fry height hot zips zip. Chapel chaff bees sing about crashers disease,
Worker applications branches whisper about
the marble dirt covered halls. Stalled out for four seventeen.
For new baby's breath's pay check the shot clock chock
Full of express in your wake.
Anti-lycanthrope skin so soft tea thyme. and three stars. one wishbone ,cheap balm,one washer. amphibian cubicle eyes.. wrought quarters file a faint caffeine. drifting black hairs in the corner of your vision
you watch by not watching.

SUNDAY: metanega (on a tear)ritive Skipsskipsskips (the past)
Conveenyins. (n (out of)sync)lovr, uv all -haver uv nuthin -what a metaperspective.
Faux br'er ft (or why i am so wise)
sweet lbrl teats run dry. or - a Babbling rvr Brick in YouR Own wndw. convenient.
physical violence doesn't have to touch. pop's clchr cold shldr jean pull/ richyoull.
always be jealous.
so sigh (and have) tea (in yr face with ache to owe,oh no!) times up.

Th sin. I. C. ntnsv Lee. Give back to grass for feats to eat what you breath.
A stationary body is a levee (berlin wall?) of space.
Squatwars: The return of the Memeyeself&I. Dig oh blog training-
on monopolitico strings little green n.v. sez , "THAT...is why you fail".
Poor Mo' Dense-isms on me. in loose torn Deaf Lyo tards.
cest bon blow me. steal whores you write. unwanted.
Chrn bnded (callous!)nee sez-" is that 2 much to ask?"

Twster tny fsts in stale smoke's scanner poorly
fillup (or dont) yr gut. aaaaw,it's ooooh K, Dick.
Feigny packed daring machine. Atticus Pilch masticates on the broad hips.
So... Sidewalks See? a Flaneur Faux Webby txt. U C.?
(it's for the people)
uh huh...(chew gum hear and listen)

A silent black pick up truck rolls away from Eyedrum. Eggtooth's twisted black braids uncomfortable under the seat of his pants. Eyebrows might grow back,if it weren't for the performance art burn scars. Long magician's fingers, swollen with callouses, no rings on his drumming fingers. Matching his spinal cord, draped from brain to sitting ass is his long black braided hair. Eggtooth will see Haley's Comet again. and again, seemig so recent, the pattern leaves trails still from the time before.braiding radiant tails and memories across his sky.
Contemplating the sick sillycomfort of the why worn jacket and the meandering thoughts, and no-voices in his head. the uncomfort of the braids of over thought things.
A gangly smart man with cable wire arms, the greying man on the street corner.he sees bats in.his dreams, Eggtooth senses with feigned boredom. Emaciated wolves gather dry text for his thoughts,too ya know? glass lit fragments for fingernails.cackle on yr window. gods crazed surface level palm flat outright. boulevard and freedom, have i seen you before? He's "older independant contractor for homeland security man, at 10:30pm". He's talking to the people in the car in front of the black pick up truck." Umm...japanese model", leans in with a proud whisper, says the little black pick up truck. Gentle meandering, the almost quiet beat of Pinback skipsteps, an arty little beat. Attention meandering. artists are neat.
A room full of people. and he carried this jug in, it would be better if it said K&B brand vodka, but it does not. towards the backroom a mixture of voices a strange tongue emerges, a unified language so friendly..and why the weight. An animal collective zones in and back out and a glance a worried chair with a lady under photography lamps. why is that guy climbing that thing.?run, athucra min cios, run. but slowly too. fast drips ignorance and apathy like clumps of dried sneaker mud. respect is in the dip.
eggtooth posse wanders now, surrounded by the spirit he commands. a spell twisted flowing drape in hourglass form. drawing from his skin into the air. An empty gift of a thousand thoughts. paintings, judging by the scale, worth more than a thousand zillion words. but even Eggtooth wouldn't want to read all that. All he needs is to see. It's a traditional medium,man. hmmm. the use of figurative images in an abstract composition...is this abstract,then? or..what is it? perhaps i will read about it in the AJC review.
Shape shifting eyeballs pierce his insides,no pupil cell division in this cranium, their snail captive cavitysugs a reassuring tight.and with a piched hit of a sentence,a comand" look around"
"look at that thing that guy painted". and these pilow cases with faces, a cohesive piece. the title and image tell it all. Eggtooth closes his eyes for a second. a swarm of wasps from the house he painted, high up looking in the triangle louvres a bat sleeps while at his feet, fourteen yr old wasps, planting seeds for his dreams. They are back Now .in this gallery. buzzing and meandering up and down the length of his long black braids. hangin' out. landing on the portrait behind him, admiring the teal to turquoise torn-ish illustrations. wasp stinger inspection scans for viruses and reports back to eggtooth of none.
"cast a spell make these bees be gone" he whispers. and they are bidded away, a silent cloak inside lining mother's them over. like baby stars singing a busy hum, and replaced with silence. Eggtooth looks quickly now! the door over there is the escape route. and beyond is another caring collective.under the hopper. a gauntlet of communal hugs. faces that he could very easily love. "what the heck?" his beat tries to speak, freak flag flops from his internal-less breeze. carries him home to a warm cozy disease. looking back and theres an occasion to greet.crunch crunch black boots jingle at the ends of his regular sized feet.
crunch crunch tumblers a black key in the lock, from which it came out not 30 minutes before. "...and to this i supposedly adore", over his shoulder love. a familiar entrance with careworn sign. in seven distinct pieces one with each letter. "in between years",pause "is where i am," As much of an auto pilot as his little black pick up truck. "You wish" says the little black pick up truck. out the stolen bbq joints parking lot.
and the sky explodes.behind him fills in with a twist of colors,mostly pink and white. gasps of brilliant baby blue and a sick lime acid green. no haven.they claim they are, and eggtooth duck his head. the 10:30 night crawlers, a late beautiful day carries a parade of healthy warm buzzes into the evening. their voices on eggtooth's shoulder, a pillar of flame,no, colors! pour from the building towards the sky. an air pushing blast as if from the mouth of God. displacement. dispersed into a milion birds.
a beautiful guilt, plays on his tripometer. analog. ticking like a silly fuse, an angry muse, a quiet witness to lessons skipped.
Six deer on Moreland. standing in a row, one painted pink. the others clean him. one eats the grass next to the sign that says"I-20 west". eggtooth waves at the largest deer, and receives wink, winding onto the interstate.east of east atlanta. but west gets me there. the grey mountain inthe distance pulls to his wheels. a love magnet, a homing device.
Sing song from the silence out from within a long black sound. she wishes for sweet things this maternal moonlight, a drop of feather on a portrait of pillows so quiet, and somehow so right.
it's written on the dashboard of the little black pick up truck. what exit you missed.
a line of demarcayshun, down that there boulevard. something switches at the prostitute's corner.fried chicken in the south. art ya'll. moving us further and further back, next to the whores we belong, next to, eessh.artists. and an old crosswalk next to the hall of hallsflippig pages through old paper publicatins. . no more snears. official rules for crossing codes. turn left into overpriced dull familiarity. things start to fade now. where did it go? my jacket is gone.
im in a regular old world. without art. darnit.

TODD MURPHY IN PEACH

TODD MURPHY in atlanta PEACH
If you've been interested the art scene of Atlanta for any amount of time, the chances are good that you have heard the name Todd Murphy. A recent article in Peach magazine addresses a number of issues regarding the artist's career in Atlanta.
Keeping a 6500 sq.ft studio not too far from the Oakland Cemetery(which I am supposing puts him in the Mattress Factory?),the artist is said to have become something of a recluse. Ocassional walks home from studio to a residence in Buckhead, fan the flames of his interest in the city's development, planning, and architecture. He's said to spend time envisioning "social spaces" that could repair Atlanta's urban disconnect. I see him, I really do. It's a dark lonely night for Todd Murphy, looking for another HighRise to sell a BigOl' picture to. The article goes on to say that he sees nothing but opportunity in Atlanta, claiming that his politics are in creativity and that his duty is to inspire. (cough word "bullshit" into hand here)
Todd is presently self representing, after years spent with Bill Lowe.
I enjoy this quote from Lowe: " As imperfect as the gallery system is, it is the only mechanism for creating sanction for an artist's evolution and the growth of their career. My concern for Todd is that there is no advocacy for the work, by any gallery anywhere in the country,nor any museum, nor any strong critical voice. On the other hand, maybe this is just a new paradigm and I just dont get it."
No,Bill. My guess is that you just dont get it. The internet is our friend, the sick empty thing that it is.
(i also enjoyed this quote regarding mechanisms: "It's confusing. We haven't been able to delineate the mechanism by which the moneys can be identified and captured"- I think that can be attributed to Eddie Granderson, i forget.) Mechanisms,huh? I'm going start using this word more often.
I declare "mechanism" the new Power Word. If it isn't already.
Todd Murphy.The article in Peach describes Todd as the object of potential envy of other artists. Im paraphrasing obviously,it states that his work is seen by some as too easily executed and that making a living as an artist is a reason enough for envy. Some of his work is described as" melancholy" and "southern rot art", a description that wishes to pull on an aesthetic that exists and is associated with the south. His work has been criticized as being very theatrical and more concerned with fashion than saying something.
Ouch. I'd go into I hiding,too. Especially if the description was stamped on yr forehead by an adjunct curator of modern and contemporary art at the High. and we all know how respectable the High is.
Im presently reading a book about Thornton Dial. The same day I begin this book, I see a post from E.K. Huckaby announcing a Lisa Shinault opening. To further set my little stage, I have also recently (thanks to MTMitchell) learned(or more accurately, become exposed to) a neat little chunk of latin.
ad hominum.
I became familiar with E.K and Lisa both through friends before having any awareness of their work experience in the Atlanta art community. This is not to say they are my friends, they are not. I simply became exposed to the person, not the work first. I have to realize this for some reason. ad hominum? I write about them as an Atlanta native artist in whatever phase of my life I am in presently.

Hey MTM...it, It seems that art has to do with utilizing "ad hominem" and perhaps pretending that it is not. The moment one leaves their house with art, it is not and never will be about the art. The goal/dream/hope/of the artist is to position themselves and the art in such a way that it gets an intended result. or any result, as most artists seem to be willing to take and exploit any reaction at all. From its orgin to its exposure to its last little piece biodegrading off the face of the earth a million years from now. (Or I suppose since we are the decaying morbid south, it's much sooner) It's a lie that tells the truth, as the old quote goes. In fact, if i want to be really cynical, I'd say its the arts duty to make itself as non-existent or non-confrontational as possible.. Who do we think we're foolin'? and to think..we imagine an imaginary idea of an art collecting/ thinking crowd? ha! where? but oh, the art itself is the thing. It's about sharing in Atlanta because of this fact. It makes it more "real". There's nothing to lose. So this is why I used to always here folks talk about how they couldnt handle "the politics" of the art scene...huh. I personally enjoy trying as hard as i can to pretend i don't care. ad hominum phasors set to stun. become a performance artist and play with this. Comedians do.

Hold up, Let's focus this. It is about Todd Murphy, I promise.
Thornton Dial and Todd Murphy both paint(create,sculpt, develop photographs) on large scale.(Okay. so does the guy in the studio next to anyone reading this)
I have this theory about painting/creating on large scale,but that's for another day.Let's just say..scale, is a trump card for some.
Thornton and Todd.Both have a sense of the south's culture or declare a sense of southern decay, growth, history,as imperfect and horrible as much of it is. There is a mood to their work. Perhaps they allow others to say that, and nod in acceptance when the characteristic is applied. When the VALUE is applied. One being suggestive of narrative, the other very clearly all about his ideas, his place in life. His story.Him being himself. Self representation status vs. the gallery system.
Todd's work is marketable. Simple as that. He used a gallery to get going. Was it necessary? I say yes. It had to start there for him. Now he can approach all the commercial properties he wishes with his name and the work, which are very open to theatrical vapid eye candy things. And no, I am not saying this out of jealousy.I say it because I feel what he does is a disservice. It parades,prepared to hide with a sense of holding the Moral High Ground .How dare you? Yr just jealous!You run headlong into it if you dare honestly critique. What I wonder, and have to wonder if Todd wonders or schemes/hopes...50 years(or much less) from now...is Todd Murphy folk art? is that the angle? If yr in the south, braid yr intent with that stigma if you are fer real about art and want to stay here doing it. It's the only corner certain artists from certain walks of life have left as even a scatch of a marginal sense of a chance. So lets keep it sacred. (heh)
I am saying this because I am aware of E.K. Huckaby. I wish to draw a comparison only to the extent that I will say I find Huckaby's work to be fascinating. He has similiarites in slight ways, key words pop up between them that would not in others.For me, a silly but apt comparison would be, take the rock group Bauhaus and set them beside the rock group Type-O-Negative. With E.K., I wonder about where he is going with things. His work is undeniable. In his case, I wonder what his next research will reveal. Just as I am pleased to see that evidently Lisa Shinault has found comfort in her artistic voice and style, as it appears to be much as it was when I first discovered it close to ten years ago. Beautiful and non-confrontationally difficult strange fun images.
I have developed an awareness of ways different folks position themselves in their artistic market. It has to happen.Market.Audience. If I am jealous of folks,it is folks with burning passionate vision.I only get blurry visions and a voice full of heads.
I can't decide if I envy Thornton. Honestly,I can't say I appreciate the work all that much. The scale is sometimes impressive.I have seen some that were interesting.(i'd like to see "billy goat hill" in person) Oh. I'm from the south, was I supposed to just gush about liking it,him. his work? which one?? Would you question me if I DID like it? Perhaps I need to see more of the work in person.Perhaps i need to know more about the person. I will allow that and will always allow that. Fine. I used to despise Andy as well. Speaking of Andy:
Ad hominem. I'm sure there's gonna be some elaboration offered up to me on the full meaning of Ad Hominem. I'd enjoy it actually. About the writing, not the writer. Oh make me famous, but don't talk about me. Especially if you dont know what I eat for breakfast. Create the myth, but oh..nothing matters here. Have an opinion, but don't voice it. You probably don't know something and its better to let those in the know do the talking. This is Atlanta.. So you best just hide in yr shrinking suburb... until IT forces you to swim, fight or procreate.and buy a trendy loft. and some trendy art. from a trendy studio. in what used to be the sticks.
Let us pine for our lost pines.

ASSART
Lack of credibility in order to have credibility (voice/change)
the will to call it like you see it for an idea of the greater good.
unattached,free -no credentials but for the murmur whisper of... the mob? who?
where the comon denominator? there isnt one. thats the beaut of it. i agree with all of you.
(no personal gain evident) is only trustable source that inspires the beginning of real Gain.
the concept of the freakin UFO
i wish aliens were allowed to hang out with us so they could gain credibility, ya know.
it will always remain.
the atlanta art scene
to make it "everybody's", you can't have "valuable" stuff.
cuz then you'd need locks and alarm systems
Alarm Systems Support Atlanta's Repetitive Troubles
ASSART
sing it with me dirty
alarm systems support atlanta's repetitive troubles
jeh ya.

KIDDY

a tribute to roadtrips and life experience:
He walked on down the hall and
the paintings bulged and shifted under mountain dew and dorito crunch priorities
he looked inside chaos
places us with friendship that paints for us
light years from home in a freedom prison riding a silver horse named billy gallerywrap
green mysticism of the shaman and youthful inspiration
father yes son
drop shadow pops never-idle acidic dayglo faces
life is curious every night
get here, we'll do the rest
bertolt brecht never wrecked his god dint make no junk
crazy lieu in life of value for passion and memories passed on
krazy kreatures deliver messages through baby alien's placenta. on canvas
cramped away experience influenced this way a brush stroke a parental e-joke
trucks scuffed on the curb send shards and visuals grind it out sweat the day away
being amped in cuteland by the newness of the new and marinating in the ways Knew ways.
dont stop
friends in this time the energy of the night...yr opening up alright. dig.
she gives birth to you art
drop it off and hang loose talk about yr work and the process is here it hurts
it's alive and smile dependable as
mother
i want to
eggtooth ist rad

POSTED BY EGGTOOTH SATURDAY THE WHATEVERTH

Lives.
Exist as temporarily and as tangible as ever. Exist in a solidifying form, in the minds especially of those who pretend to not hear or see or feel what you do. Those that truly do not, and seem to know better, are all the more responsible. The ignorances of art, the beauty of art, the denial of your own process, as you wade through different venues with your work. As you go to different venues seeking amazing work and more importantly...honest work.
Atlanta has much to offer because of its perceived artistic and cultural status. This expectation or predispositons disarms a certain air to art,bringing it closer to you. Any environment in Atlanta galleries that attempt to suggest an air are false and this smears the work on the wall within. This is your judgment to carry out and it must be done with a surface level awareness. Without shame or fear. Turn and leave if any part of your body senses an idea or perception you have based on other preconceived models. The duty of the venue is to represent the work as the artist intends it.
There are still challenges that anyone can help with. ANYONE. In its fundamental stage,it is neutralized of the closing of its circuit .We have many with a supposed name and a supposed ely perceived respect who are snowing you with an air. Look to their work, Look to who they represent. Look to what they represent. Those to those whose names you respect ,you must look to them and expect more. More for what they think and feel should be done in our art community. More for whose art they love. Look for leadership. Suggest ideas UP to those you respect. They are not going to do anything to help you or in their own comfort and arrogance,ultimately themselves. They are afraid to call truths. They are only concerned about themselves.
To say you do what you do for yourself is a beautiful thing, but the moment you step out the door with it, know that you cannot remain in the dark for too long. To show you care,to expect care in return, means a highly individuated process of self realization must take place.There is no intention with art free from this.
There are those struggling and there are those profiting. They are both equally subject to the judgment that they themselves are required to hand out. It truly is about the art and not the individual. Engaging in the community is about love and the love requires a certain degree of vision and honesty. Do not read names printed and expect they mean something. Find your own names and praise them. Praise them openly and passionately. Find your own expectations relevant. Find yourself relevant. Find yourself participating in an art community because you care about the art.

eggtooth ist silly.