You don't want to see want I'm about to show you. Fair enough. Don't look at it. What about it makes you ill? Which human process affects you with such a malignant force? Don't pretend that you're an "artist" when you're not. When you can't even stand to experience what I experience every day. When you can't look down the esophagus of the wolf that brings you kindness. When you can't see through this bullshit. Don't talk to me about what art is. You don't know what it isn't.
This is anger.
This isn't.
I like it when what you see grosses you out. I like it when you feel something. Even if you don't like what you feel. Look at that guy who's naked! Look at red balloons in sequence. Look at this fairy that came out of my pocket.
Tell me. Tell me what you see.
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Anne says you should read "Mister B. Gone" by Clive Barker. It's a "must-read." Borderline Oprah Book Club shit, my friend. Except none of those trendy bitches would touch it. Explore.
ReplyDeleteI've picked it up before, read parts. It seems good. Thanks for the recommendation.
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