e-strange

with so many seemingly open-minded people in-praise of the intellect, the weird, and odd- in photos, in comedy, with twitt exchange, or e-strange, why then is the actual-and-present front of actual reality so unforgiving - full of misunderstanding and lack of tolerance for the out-of-place, or just plain lack of a willing(or perhaps capability) to understand? is the e-on line world so much more digestible to the human mind? where, in the actual physical-present-world, are these seemingly interesting people so prevelant online? perhaps i am just missing this high-ratio* variable on the street-side.

*sarcasm of course.

being

me
you
us
we
they
home
away
toe,
about

the body. human. genetic. culture
action and boil
a smooth and gnarl of gatherings.

a fingered hand. foot prints pursed on concrete pasts.

life is bonus, knowing is bonus bonus.

perception

for the kind of person(artist) i am, category and staticism(buying into and indulging static-based behaviours) do not work – or should i say “bode well.” there are many artists that buy into convention. they feel they must to some varying degree. the same thing that contributes to my socially-perceived failure is the same thing that keeps my dynamic balanced. “art” may produce tangible leavings, it may not. art by social-definition is more concrete than my state of being creates. art to me is me and all. latent or realized, it is the same. for most i will be too existential or serious or perhaps something more like “explaining away or justifying that he’s not famous, professional, recognized, accomplished, or having done anything but talk and ponder.”
awareness is regardless of action or product. reality and existence are no less the same. my person can be attacked but what i present is the subject at hand and not where it comes from. reference ad hominem.

thoughts on the convention of qualification

art is simple. expression immediate. tangible incarnations; complex and cumbersome.

the hate burrito

when i "hate" something, not just say it, but really feel or think the word "hate," it is not hatred it is an intense dissapointment or reaction to the dissapointment. and perhaps it is also some irrational attachment of ideas.