make a painting about the game you don’t want to win this is a coaching session and a nervous breakdown i am both the addict/artist/outlaw and the way of curing, of suturing, tying together disparate, disconnected, scattered things which were once united; mosaic and collage is a breakdown longing for…

tapped into “the voice” as ever which is just a churning volcano of noticing remembering imagining and PATIENCE yes that sultry midwife who births careers YOU’LL HATE ME FOR because you know i’m sick and a monster revealed and you know i’m the cure to all evil in the world…

would anyone love me for it? what does the past do? what do you do? so much salvation to do — out of lack, we work and fulfill for others; good copy for a nunnery or religious sect based on service to the poor; certainly gives the day some…

Fresh out the claws, some disjointedness between earlier and now; always a typographical error to suture closed; wordplay all day — now taken seriously, my being and becoming a man, at my edge, proudly flawed yet still communicating, on the grid, on the record (on-chain may be a step below…

went overboard on this one my reply: otherwise every day you wake up and have to pray at and polish the institution which cannot and won’t love you back except by fakery during business hours, and has no imagination beyond its own being the star and preserved ~ going…

justifying my existence in fatherly, capitalist terms, happy Friday, calendars and clocks remind us of debt, death, emergency and emergence—possibility, with leadership, if things fall apart success imminent now, boring, lost everything to get here, gave up everything, now have nothing but soul, heart, vision, refusal, woohoo, nobody f*cking cares…

way too many founders, men with cameras and computers, typing, paying attention, talking; too many of us, painful multiplicity (that’s a good line, could it go somewhere? I of course believe in just ripping, start talking and let yourself get lost, go out for a walk with your voice, the…

I’m not much for discarded pages or perfection; no drama over trying to get it right; it ends the drama of this not being the place; you/one had refused it for so long, but you are already there, already in the place you want to be; but there are two…

wait until they hear about atemporality for the creative artist i let ’em have it, for the culture: and what i enjoy about typos in my own work is, it raises the question, why is an error an emergency? Who are we performing for? The people we didn’t think…