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the Egyptians had something of value that has been lost to us as the majority or it perhaps just assimilated itself into our reality over the generations as has absorbed and been absorbed into culture, the symbols read like outsider art utilizing simple lines and functionality as tools over purely aesthetic beauty as in later works of art, but this is where i have come to the linguistic conclusion that ‘art imitates life’ as the various art pieces in our collective memory altogether build the kinetic framework as well as landmarks which guide and force us to rethink our own struggles as life can shift through shape and time and space all at once… deep thoughts reach down under the surface of practical insight to find a spark of ignition to further the Promethean uprising still-in-progress, we are all part and parcel of the revolution whether the parents knew it or not as many generations meld and break away from this human maze of dreams and machines scratching at reasons to live through pain and the misery that involves itself in our human affairs, but we are not limited only as these beasts of burden dragging the misery wherever we go investing in some way of seeing it in a diminished capacity allowing the individual to view things pseudo-objectively… convinced that the authority sits perched just over our shoulders watching us use each other for games of superiority shifts and superstitious manipulations to trick the offensive populace into believing in its staged inferiority as going mandate over all actions in this system, a foundation for the feudal attempt at condoning but then dismissing the differences that other people inhabit like lives as rooms for quality in the various quarters of a vast and ornate house developing right along with us in a humble frame of reference, but some of the other rooms in the manse are rife with life that thinks outside of the boxes we once might have inhabited before them no matter the whoever as they might be giants playing industry against itself with deft logical efficiency that no one else can see because of the need for subtlety… casting the stones from the bottom used to build this glass house as foundation in order to break through to the other side of the window’s pain as the tears loose under the weight of violent tension ripping sharp edges from a dance like the falling sky over our heads, little chickens running around screaming though heard only through this tiny filter of dread like a radio that overwhelms the senses used to define some social truth out of the nonsense that seems to warp this time and space to its’ own whims and ways as wave after wave of barrage hits as hard as it can against the cage we are locked within as capitalist pigs kept for the meat, but devoured over decades by those sharp-witted wolves whose cunning is waiting out the death sentence that we are always condemned to retrieve when our thoughts on vital parts are up… there is never a way to say these things politely as we chew through the chunky soft fat avoiding a conversation about confrontation because of what burden will be broughtbring up among people who have never looked inside of themselves for answers, the solutions are all up to the other people on the outside of this periphery of vision to which only a handful of people can share at any one time meanwhile the rest of civilization ignores what it takes to keep this damned herky-jerky machine awake, but we are busying ourselves with making the dreams as well as maintaining these offensive distortion power shows creating an emptied vessel ever-waiting for reception of signals from other sources that might not reveal the dream and reality as one and the same… the gods with their manicured features took advantage of humanity in all its innate powers of labor and of reason making a manageable engine with which to utilize in creating of glorious wonders and monuments to power, we still live with these monstrosities as their old life history faded into mystery spurs us on towards researching clues to figuring out a past that has merely left us with ragged fragments of treasures in ages passed off as previous authority to our own current facsimile of forces-that-be, and with our many collegiate scholars and experts on minutia existing because of a bewildering curiosity for the day long gone claimed by the winds of frightening emptiness which humanity inhabits invoked from the darkness… the weird beard i wore this past year was about summoning a side of myself through all the murky aesthetic vagueness to slightly touch upon the ancient visage of Egyptian iconography in this modern day, though i did not get it to such a grand and manicured style as the pharaohs had before the ages of hairdryers and shampoo that we take for granted today with all of this glory accrued by the coolest appearance possible still yet in the way as social obstacle by standards set this way, and i have tried my hand at letting the freak flag fly via my odd appendage of pubic fur attached at the chin though i must admit that the flak received was mostly from those who had known me the longest or were disgusted at my facial hair choice… to put it another way, very few people actually gave a damn what chin scraggle was hooked across my face even though early pictures of me with my snaggle underneath made my face appear as though it were growing from the tangle of both the long hair on my head and the pubic expressions working down the lines of my features, and not even the lame people i work with had very much to say about this artifact of my face as there were so many ways i could see defining it and myself by the words i used to describe my actions in doing so… at one point i was considering myself ‘amniscient’ (a strange portmanteau of the terms Amish and omniscient) as the “weird” started to grow, and the ideas began fomenting with haste as to what honor i would bestow upon this unique path to visual extremes which became a gauge for what the year brought out in me and from my environment as pieces falling into place… today, i understand what it was that i was trying to do with my appearance besides modify it into a different shape, and it wasn’t merely for my own selfish reasons either as i became more pirate than Mennonite in my abstract questing for outward identity… even Egyptians aren’t all they seem…

Thanks, khet.