When did it suddenly become cool to hate everything? It's a growing problem, especially in the entertainment world, and no one benefits from an increasingly hard to please, pessimistic audience.
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thursday, 27/9/2001
Breathing becomes something like an obsession. Mimicking the dead, a grotesque habit. But I am afraid, and that is how I can fight my fears. This is the only way I know for the time being, or the only way I can think of. Would you blame me for this? I doubt it. You are not my mother who will mock me for being afraid, in her own attempt to help me, you are only – I don’t really know. You, I suppose. The ghost in the shadowed corner. An invisible friend. A visible friend; my lover? You are the fiend. I close my eyes, drift to an uneasy slumber. There is a road, I think. It is coming towards me and flows underneath my feet, but I have no sense of motion. It is the road that is moving, not I. When it stops, I see a shrouded figure at a distance before me. I have this vague impression that it is either me, or my grandfather. I feel a shudder course through my body as this creature passes through me, replacing me, and I wake up, unable to move or speak. ---------------------------------- A somewhat older piece, painted sometime in 2003 (or early 2004?), and related to even older events. Acrylics (powder paint mixed with acrylic glue) on canvas. [detail] Included in Raster, Chapter #33. |
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November 16, 2004
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I love the mood, I can feel and smell the forest and the mud
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Laugh and the world laughs with you, cry and you cry alone...
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DannyPhantomFreek owns a bottomless pit of Brocoli Slaw.
chance of seeing any details?
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"Those who dream by day are cognizant of many things which escape those who only dream by night." - Edgar Allan Poe
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"Slave is the one who cannot speak their thoughts".
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