Love is an inconvenient truth
Everything's more fun when you sing it
That is, of course, unless you're inhibited and/or do not like the sound of your own voice.
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WORK IN PROCESS:
CANVAS STATEMENTS (© 2011 thetopofmymind)
TRANSPARENCY IS / IS NOT YOUR FRIEND
burp on America
our country is tired
HOW desperate do you WANT to BE?
Refuse to consider failure
never arrive
I'm FEELIN FANCY
We were a sea of mirrors, tiny islands of silence and space
CLEAR YOUR ENERGY FIELD
You know what acting is about? You need to FORGET WHO YOU ARE. And if you don't know who that is first, you're fucked.
{If you would pay top dollar for a canvas with these statements artfully scrawled and scratched, colored and crystallized, then you probably went to Art Basel Miami. Also, call me.}<- fancy parentheses
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Satyakamna is Sanskrit for 'true desire'. It is that longing in each of us that has most likely transmuted into a base desire for a materialistic, sensorial fulfillment. We see it in the slices of cheescake 6 inches high. In the bids for one night stands, temporary marriage, cocaine-white seats. I'm not condemning. I'm just saying, we have a purity at the heart, it wants us to find a wholeness like things can't deliver, like we can't taste. But we get lost. Because it's easy.
The hard road looks easy, full.
The easy, full road is hard.
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Oh, it's all Emptiness. Quantum physics. I don't pretend to know you like that, QP. But paradox has stepped aside a few times and let me see the figure on the road she was walking in front of. Thanks, Ram Dass. They didn't look back. Something of a badass.
It's about time I put some of my writings to use and freestyled them somewhere in this grand city. I will announce this before I have actually done anything towards this goal because then I won't do anything. I WORK BACKWARDS. What can I say. Musta been born during a retrograde (actually I wasn't I've checked, but it rhymes so of course, it's going).
Give me freewheeling or give me death.
I've figured it out. Really. My numerological patterns even point to it: for years on end I will be bound by the freestyle, freewheelin forecast. It's not a locked-in destiny, but it is the climate. And I can't deny it any more.
Show me an artist who doesn't think about artifacts of their life and ........ I'll be waiting for a while
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