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A shame on you…

we are each an artist and a critic still retaining either circuit when one comes to the fore much more than any other and this is how a constant series of displacements the good with the bad as energy currents are twisting generally the whatever it is that we believe is ourselves to be while classily defined as the god-forsaken outgrowth of nature as consciousness harbored in flesh and atoms transmitted on through those very same ethers that touch each and every dimensional shift creating chaos wherever the frenzied electricity is about to burn straight into the souls of people on whose individual scales it is where we who are that cellular body working toward some goal wholly unknown until such the time comes when we must discard the pieces of creature respectfully to come to an understanding about the universe-at-large, chastised as though we were all merely domesticated animals as elite fiends in shitty glass houses throw boulders to remove the detritus from the streets in whose appearance resembles those ordinances and laws pushed by an investment of the money that near-universally substitutes for anything in the direction guided by dozens upon dozens to a vastly grand malajesty of prickly critters trying to sway the voting process in their old masters’ favor, and that we have been through these layers as multiple different peoples those purposes locked together in elder struggles that only the Mancestors foresaw long enough to declare it a ‘truth’ as a vision has swelled bringing many to this point of view easily as we have had many would-be authorities try their filthy hands for periods much too long to be the ideal servants to the people any longer still when their own ulterior motives can prevent any compassion or kindness or respect to be appropriately earned by a people without reaching for those “higher” classes allowing confidence in academic studies and learning… hierarchies are anachronistic as the more novel ages come busting down the doors overlapping our own strange proclivities and interests this is where art resides when it comes to being for the people this is because of acknowledging these vital interpretations to challenge our reason(s) that as i ponder the question does art imitate life or life imitate art i find some answers that make sense to me as my brain has already analyzed connections between avenues, but the conclusion i came to was that this life shifts shape as the ebb and flow tensions while art stays that similar core concept which is to say that art becomes the stasis and buoy to eras before and after this one Now with few rare exceptions, the fact that these works exist at all how living life engages itself while in weathering supposed deathly consequences when pretensions rise to the skyscraper heights of an overwhelming confusion amidst emotional clutter so unique that we all carry with us that most intimate of journeys along the negative steps shadowing ourselves for we are the wardens of our own personal prisons defined by our owned patterns of belief through trial and debacle foreshadowing certain decisions we wanted…

Thanks, khet.