Monday, May 19
green key etc
this weekend there is a party everywhere. but doesn't that only mean more of the same patterns? moving around, that wholesome activity between drinks, dirty smiles and laughter. That walking, hoping you will see something. hoping something will happen. That you will see someone.
now it's not just about the basement and a couple of larger rooms, it's a few houses and a block. you can move in between these new expanded spaces, but its just the same.
What is it like here?
It's small, and there is something missing. and you, you would rather just stay in some other place. you would rather just deal with your own shit, and not be here.
and when you walk into the gallery and you see the cream of the crop of student artwork. coming from these people who sink such cash into their own lives, investing in networks, and hoping they can learn and it all pays off,
your perspective is one that is upsetting, and you don't care, and are upset in a way. because somehow all this shit discounts your shit, and what you would do, and what you want to do. somehow. and you are upset. "does that make sense?" you ask yourself.
You lost faith because you saw them all as competitors, and you weren't nervous. you were agitated, and bothered and put off. that their work is out there in opposition to your own. it cuts, it grates the public and puts them in a place of antitrust and ignorance. It is blinding, as all those who tag and write their names across spaces. that although they believe in themselves and their right. and their power, and their ability, and their prowess, they again, only see that single bit.
meaning as a reflection of being here, this whole time, you try to understand. Walking in this night, alone.
you are scared of that supremacy that comes with recognition of problems. and you are upset because your being good, makes there bad, and that is not good.
hello los angelos, we're looking at a whole lot of heat.
now it's not just about the basement and a couple of larger rooms, it's a few houses and a block. you can move in between these new expanded spaces, but its just the same.
What is it like here?
It's small, and there is something missing. and you, you would rather just stay in some other place. you would rather just deal with your own shit, and not be here.
and when you walk into the gallery and you see the cream of the crop of student artwork. coming from these people who sink such cash into their own lives, investing in networks, and hoping they can learn and it all pays off,
your perspective is one that is upsetting, and you don't care, and are upset in a way. because somehow all this shit discounts your shit, and what you would do, and what you want to do. somehow. and you are upset. "does that make sense?" you ask yourself.
You lost faith because you saw them all as competitors, and you weren't nervous. you were agitated, and bothered and put off. that their work is out there in opposition to your own. it cuts, it grates the public and puts them in a place of antitrust and ignorance. It is blinding, as all those who tag and write their names across spaces. that although they believe in themselves and their right. and their power, and their ability, and their prowess, they again, only see that single bit.
meaning as a reflection of being here, this whole time, you try to understand. Walking in this night, alone.
you are scared of that supremacy that comes with recognition of problems. and you are upset because your being good, makes there bad, and that is not good.
hello los angelos, we're looking at a whole lot of heat.
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