I've been encouraged to add the disclaimer to this piece that it is a sort of 'social media prototype' that I've been playing with. That is to say, I wanted to model Facebook and FAWM, and instead of the harsh dissonances I feel (those which want to destroy the host) when viewing this overlong series of images and paperwork, paperwork, paperwork, and debt, I've tried to impart some aspects of the potential of each media respectively. I /hope/ these media have some subversive possibilities, but then I also naively think I can 'organize' images in some meaningful way.

Recently, I turned a wall of depression into a bowl of fucking orange cream ice cream. It's mania/orange pieces screamed at me. I now know that it's not all 'ice cream' from peak to trough--in fact, it's mostly trough.

A trough, not coincidentally, is where horses feed. And hey, it /is/ for horses.

I'd like to embody the need for a truly social existence and all of the horrors contained therein. I can't keep my words in place: they move with scrutiny (in the sense of Bright Eyes' Conor Oberst--"praise or criticize me, it only makes me /more self-conscious/"). Then I'm a mess, puking on your bathroom floor, promising that I'll clean it up.

But I won't clean it up. It'll sit for days, like the mail piling up in our mailbox. It'll fester there, beside moldy towels, where air-borne mold spores /take off/.

I went to church with Bright Eyes once (on headphones). He told me that in Omaha, it's custom to go skinny-dipping by a cesspool of taint, not that he was ever invited or anything. Not that he would /want/ to be invited. He had his songs, his basement, and an imaginary friend named 'Paul' who is often lyrically referred to as 'Patrick' to protect his image's potential commodification and alienation from the 'central' Conor persona.

What does it sound like when dead people cry? If I spiritually /crossed over/ for the duration of this project, or if I set up some sort of semi-permanent solstice nexus around my basement door to assist in crossings over and back, then I could put all of my equipment down there. For a music is mocking the dead in the cries/crisis of/in dirge makings.

Well, back to the depths. DON'T DISCOURAGE "IF" (ENRAGE, engage)

Be sure to check out:

http://fawm.org/fawmers/antaeusthelynx/
http://fawm.org/fawmers/beastloaf/
http://fawm.org/fawmers/easterisland/
http://fawm.org/fawmers/indygojones/
http://fawm.org/fawmers/mantistaur/
http://fawm.org/fawmers/phlex/

What's new for 2010:
Be sure to check out the ongoing dialog and collaboration between (nay, betwixed) the two emblematic/iconoclastic rockstartups this year:

Artists of the week, artist to watch:
The week is over; there is no art on God's holidays and observables.

And yours truly,
______________

Who will use word play to encourage and discourage whack MCs
In the electronic department, recording some 'news jingle'
Or other flipped shit-narcing.

All of those, in one, or something resembling that. /Encompassing and Comprising/ many aspect of a set of symbolically-heavy-laden images, and not forgetting their per-mutations and speak and spell connotations.

Their re-wordings and re-endings.

Also: f*** JD Hayworth.