NEO 16th Cent. sound by Neo16thCenturySound published on 2013-07-01T04:48:43Z A COLLAB BTWN @ANDREWBIRK AND Dj New Jersey Drone I HAVE THE EGO OF A MALACOPA LATINO. I HAVE THE EGO OF A WHITE BITCH. MIRAAA. WHY DO SORORITY CHICKS INSIST IN LIVING IN THE SECOND WORLD? MY GALLERIST SWITCHED UP HIS KNOCKOFF RICK OWENS SWEATER. THE IDEA OF A COLLECTOR OVER MIDLIFE CRISIS SCARES THE SHIT OUT OF ME. THOSE FIRST BLIND MICE DROVE FROM ANTIGUA AND SWIFTLY UTURNED BACK TO THEIR SERVING STAFF. A BALD WOMAN PUT HER SHINY WAXED HEAD ON THE SWEATY 8AM FOREARM OF A MAN WHO GREW UNCOMFORTABLE. I WAS DEPRESSED FOR 4 DAYS UNTIL I SLAMMED MY THUMB IN A DOOR. MY WORK IS OVERPHOTOSHOPPED I TURN UP THE VIBRANCE ITS GOING TO BE DISSAPPOINTING WHEN THE FEDEX PACKAGE ARRIVES. BABY GOTTA B POUNDING THAT COCA COLA BOTTLE WERKING ON THAT YOUNG TRASHCAN BODY. EVERYONE TALKS ABOUT HOW CONTEMPORARY ART IS TOO CRYPTIC, SO LETS MAKE IT MORE CRYPTIC. LETS WRITE 10 PAGES OF INSANE PRESS RELEASES, THE CONCEPTUAL OBJECTIVE READYMADE WORK CANNOT CONTAIN ANY SEMBLANCE OF BEAUTY OR AUTONOMY IT CAN ONLY FUNCTION IN A RELATIONAL CONTEXT, REFERRING TO DEEPLY BURIED 4CHAN INSIDER JOKES. EVERYTHING MUST BE OVERLAYERED. MORE LOCKS MORE CHAINS. NOTHING CAN BE CLEAR OR ECONOMICAL. MAKE EVERYONE ASSUME THAT YOU ARE RICH AND ECCLECTIC AND FROM A SUBURB. CONCISE GETS SUBMERGED IN A MURKY LAKE THROWING OFF THE SCENT. THE ONLYTHING HANDMADE SHOULD BE THE PRICETAG. THE CONCEPTUAL MOTIF OF SEARCHING FOR A SUELDO CIGARETTE OUTSIDE METRO DIVISION DEL NORTE. DOING SMART THINGS UNDERMINES MY GURU TRUISMS, WHICH SUPPORTS MY GURU TRUISMS. THIS IS MY FIRST ART SHOW. THIS IS MY FIRST ART PIECE. I AM DANCING ENDLESS CIRCLES. SOME PLATFORMS ARE TOO PURE FOR WRETCH LIKE US. MY NEW GOAL IS A SOLO SHOW AT THE SOUMAYA. FUCK THE NEW MUSEUM. IT IS TOO SMART TOO CRITICAL TOO APPLIED TOO WELL PUT TOGETHER TOO NEW YORK IT MAKES TOO MUCH SENSE IT IS TOO MUCH WHAT I AM LOOKING FOR. THE NEW MUSEUM FUNCTIONS WITH MORE GRACE THAN ANY SLICE OF LIFE THAT IVE EVER SEEN. A DEEP ALCOHOLIC TOLD ME AT 5AM THAT I AM TOO PRETTY TO BE AN ARTIST. THE SOUMAYA IS OVER BUTTERED FUCKING COCK MOUTHED HUMANS BASTARDIZED GLOATING BEAUTIFUL THE REAL DEAL. THIS ATTITUDE WAS BORN FROM UNSURMOUNTABLE LIFETIME FAILURE AND A DIET OF HOTDOGS. A PRESS RELEASE FOR A SHOW ENDLESS JARGON DOGGEREL MCDONALDS IN ZONA ROSA IS MY STUDIO. YOUR DUMB FUNKY UNEDUCATED NO GAME OVEREDUCATED ASSES CAINT NEVER SEE ME EVER. THIS IS WHERE MY VOICE GETS HOARSE. GETTING CHIPPED OUT BY THE EUROPEAN GOVERNMENT THROUGH CONTEMPORARY ART PYRAMID SCHEMES. I ALREADY EXPECTED YOU TO LEAVE UNSATISFIED SO IF YOU ARE STILL HERE YOU ARE NOT MY TARGET DEMOGRAPHIC. KOETSU AND SOTATSU. THIS IS FOR THE 60 YEAR OLD BUSINESS MOGUL IN A NARCO POLO WHO GIVES HIS UGLY BRAINED YOUNG WIFE FROM THE IBERRO BY WAY OF GUADALAJARA PLASTIC SURGERY FOR VALENTINES DAY. SURELY THE WORLD WILL DIE BEFORE IM CASHING THESE PIECES OUT. I EXPECT THE OWNER OF TACO INN TO PURCHASE THIS PIECE AND PLAY IT FROM THE ROOF. I EXPECT EUGENIO LOPEZ TO PURCHASE THIS SOULFUL GAME AND PLAY IT WHEN HES MAKING LOVE. I EXPECT PEDRO REYES TO DOWNLOAD THIS FOR FREE FROM MY SOUNDCLOUD AND STRIP THE IDEAS FROM IT AND MIX THEM WITH SOCIOLOGY AND BE REWARDED IN THE FORM OF HUGE GOVERNMENT GRANTS AND PAY MUCHACHACHAS TO MAKE EXPENSIVE ART OUT OF IT THAT IS MY BEST PIECE SO FAR. I AM SOON GOING TO BE BLACKLISTED FROM ANY PROMINENT COLLECTION AND THAT WILL BE A GREAT PIECE TOO. I APOLOGIZE TO MY MOM I AM GOING TO NEED FINANCIAL SUPPORT FOR THE REST OF MY LIFE. MY GIRLFRIEND IS MAKING PAINTINGS WITH GELATO AND WE HAVE A CIVIL UNION. ENDLESS NAKED GIRLS ON CAMERA, ART GESTURE OR OTHERWISE. DIS HAS LOST THE JUICE. IF YOURE GONNA BREAK ART, YOU HAVE TO BREAK WRITING TO WRITE ABOUT IT. FIGHTING DOGS BLEATING IN THE SAN RAFAEL MIDNIGHT. I BUILD MOMENTUM ON FACEBOOK WHENEVER I NEED IT. THE STARS ARE MORE BEAUTIFUL THAN ART COULD EVER BE. I CANNOT STOP THINKING ABOUT AMADEUS. SUCCESS IN THIS LIFE REQUIRES BUSINESS PEDIGREE. THE CLAMP IS TIGHTENING MORE AND MORE I CANT FEEL MY FINGERS I AM BEING SNUFFED OUT LIKE A CAUGHT BUTTERFLY IN A FREEZER JAR. IM BEING SNUFFED OUT LIKE AN ACOLYTES CANDLE. IM BEING SNUFFED OUT LIKE THE RIGHTS OF ANY URBAN DWELLER LIVING UNDER AN 8 FIGURE INCOME BRACKET IM BEING SNUFFED OUT. I SPRAYED ALL THE COLORS ON TOP OF EACHOTHER MY TRIGGER FINGER IS FEEBLY IMAGINING CRAMPS ON THE SHEER CRUMBLING FACE OF MOUNT LEMON A PITCHERS ELBOW I AM FEELING THE SQUEEZE I JUST WANT TO SELL ONE MEASLY FUCKING THING AND GAIN AN INCH OF AIR TO BREATHE. FUCK I WOULD RATHER BE MOZART THAN SALIERI! FUCK I WOULD RATHER BE A METEOR THAN A COLD SLEEPING PLANET! FUCK I WOULD RATHER SCRAPE BY ON PRIDE AT THIS CALLOUS HORRIBLE EXHAUSTING LIFE THAN SELL OUT FOR THE SAKE OF MY FUTURE SPOILED CHILDRENS NUEVO RICH ORGANIC PRIVATE SCHOOL! FUCK I WANT TO GIVE MYSELF JUSTIFICATION FOR STAYING ALIVE! FAILURES ARE THE ONLY THING THAT FEEL REAL. I CONSIDER IT A PRIORITY TO CANCEL MY JOB AND PARTY WITH RICH PEOPLE WHO CALL THEMSELVES ARTISTS. HUSTLING GOVERNMENTS. IVE NEVER FOUND TRUTH IN BOOKS IVE ALWAYS FOUND TRUTH IN ELECTRONIC MUSIC IT IS THE TRUTH THE REVERBERATION OF GODS VOCAL CHORDS ASK ANYONE. BERSHKA DOT COM. MEXICANS ARE GREAT ROCKCLIMBERS YOU SHOULD SEE THE WAY THEY GRIP THE RUBBER WEATHERPROOFING THAT SURROUNDS THE METRO WINDOWS WITH THUMBNAILS AND INDEX FINGERS. EVERYTHING WILL BE REPEATED INFINITELY UNTIL THERE IS NO MORE NUTHIN. THIS IS NEO 16TH CENTURY JAPANESE PRINTMAKING. PHOTOSHOP SAVED MY LIFE. AN INTERNET ARTIST IN THE MIDDLE OF THE AMAZON JUNGLE WITH STICKS AND FIRE MAKING INTERNET ART. I WOKE UP AND FRANTICALLY PHOTOSHOPPED FOR 6 HOURS. THERE ARE SOME THINGS I SHOULDNT TWEET ABOUT. DO NOT DENY MY COMPLIMENTARY ASSERTION THAT THERE ARE GOOD ROCK CLIMBERS IN MY NEW COUNTRY. HERE IN MY NEW COUNTRY HOW DARE A WHITE AMERICAN EXTEND THE REGALIA OF KIND WORDS UPON AN AMBASSADOR OF ANOTHER CULTURE. A CURSE UPON MY HOUSE. A CURSE UPON MY PENTHOUSE. I WANTED TO DESTROY MY ABILITY TO RECOGNIZE MYSELF. I BURNED ALL OF MY BOOKS IN A GESTURE TO THE HUMAN CAPACITY TO REMEMBER. LAST NIGHT I WOULD HAVE PREFERRED TO TALK ABOUT SPORTS. 5 HUMANS SAT AND SPOKE THE GOSPEL FROM THEIR WILLING MOUTHS LISTENING TO THEMSELVES WITH SELF-IMPORTANT GLEE I SHUT MY TRAP AND PRAYED FOR AN EARTHQUAKE. FIRE EXTINGUISHERS WARM COCA COLA AND A DEAD TONGUE CLASPING FATE AND MORTALITY. LARS TCF HOLDHUS MADE A PERFECT SONG I HAVE BEEN LISTENING TO IT ON REPEAT FOR 4 DAYS. I CANT TELL IF I REALLY KNOW WHAT I AM DOING OR IF I AM ATROCIOUS SMOTHERED IN DENIAL. ALL OF MY UNDERWEAR IS TATTERED ALL OF MY CLOTHING IS RUFFLED MY SOUL IS TARNISHED MY EYELIDS ARE HANGING THERE IS SWEAT BUILDING UNDER THE STUBBLE OF MY UPPER LIP THERE IS PURPLE BLACK AEROSOL EMBEDDED INTO THE GROOVES OF MY KNUCKLES. I FALL FORWARD INTO GRAVITY LIKE A SLUG A FORTUNE TELLER SAYS I AM A CHEATER MY MUSCLES ATROPHY I WEAR WOMENS CLOTHING I WRITE LETTERS OF RECOMMENDATION AND I CANNOT PAY RENT. ONCE I SAW THE DEVIL COLLECTING HIMSELF IN THE DARKEST CORNER OF A SMALL LIVING ROOM. ONCE I BROKE INTO A HOUSE AND VANDALIZED THE CEILING WITH THE SAME BAD SCRAWL THAT IM NOW INCREASINGLY KNOWN FOR. WE USED TO WADE IN A CRISP STREAM AND CATCH CRAWDADS. THIS PAGE OF WRITING MARKS A LOW POINT IN MY LIFE. IT IS A GAMBLE. TINO SEGHAL IS FUCKING RADICAL FUCKING RADICAL. CROSSING GATES. USING SOUND TO CREATE THRESHOLDS. USING SOUND TO ABSOLUTELY DOMINATE THRESHOLDS. USING SOUND TO TRANSCEND A SPACE. USING SOUND TO TRANSCEND THE BODY. USING SOUND TO TRANSCEND TIME. SOMEHOW. THAT SHIT PUTS ME ON A LEVEL. LEAVING MYSELF BEHIND. LEAVING MYSELF AND YOURSELF AND OURSELVES BEHIND. BUIDING A SWELL A SURGE SO IMPOSSIBLY VAST SO TRANSCENDENTALLY VAST SO USELESSLY AND INFINITELY UNEQUIVOCALLY VAST. SO FUCKING FLAT AND NOTHING AND BOLD AND FULL AND EVERYTHING AND ALL AND ALL THINGS. SO MANY ADJECTIVES. THIS IS NOT MUSIC. I DONT KNOW WHAT THE FUCK THIS IS BUT IT IS NOT MUSIC. FUTILE FEUDAL CALLIGRAPHY FROM THE IDEA OF AN AUTUMN-LEAVED MOUNTAINTOP. AND ALSO I AM A BAD ARTIST. I BELIEVE IN A FORCE MUCH GREATER THAN MEXICO CITY OR CATHOLIC GOD I BELIEVE IN SUPER BASS. I ALMOST FORGOT ABOUT SLEEPING IN PARKS. I ALMOST FORGOT ABOUT SLEEPING ON THE STREET THE FLOOR NOWHERE SOMEWHERE TERRIBLE SOMEWHERE THAT I NEVER WANT TO SLEEP AGAIN I ALMOST FORGOT I BETTER NOT EVER FORGET THE DIRT. NEO 16TH CENTURY JAPANESE PRINTMAKING. TINO SEGHAL DESERVED THE TURNER PRIZE. DEGENERATE ART BECAME THE SOIL THAT NOURISHED THE GERMAN HILLSIDE THE PRE POST IMPRESSIONISTIC BEASTIAL NIGHTMARE THE DIRECTOR OF ZONA MACO. MOZART DIED POOR. CARLOS SLIM SHOULD BE AWARDED THE FONCA. IF YOU CANT BEAT EM JOIN EM. DO YOU THINK THAT PAUL PFEIFFER HAS HOOP GAME BC IM PRETTY SURE THAT KADAR BROCK HAS HOOP GAME DO YOU THINK JOHN BALDESSARI HAS HOOP GAME?: A RETROSPECTIVE AT THE WHITNEY MUSEUM OF AMERICAN ART. I AM WEARING A FEW THOUSAND PESOS WORTH OF ZARA MEN´S AND I CANT PAY THE RENT FOR SHIT. HONEY, I THINK WE FOUND THE CONTEMPORARY GETRUDE STEIN. HONEY, I THINK WE FOUND THE CONTEMPORARY PEGGY GUGGENHEIM. THERES NO REASON TO WALK ON THE SIDEWALK WHEN YOU HAVE THE MIDDLE OF THE STREET. SOME LITTLE KID FROM XOCHIMILCO CALLED ME A NENE ON FACEBOOK. WAKING UP TO A WINGLESS PREFLIGHT WASP DROPPING IN ON YOUR SOUTH GERMAN FACE. GARBAGE WITCH HOUSE BLONDE SUPER SLUT ZORRA FACEBOOK ARTISTS WHO LOOK LIKE OTHER GARBAGE WITCH HOUSE BLONDE SUPER SLUT ZORRA FACEBOOK ARTISTS FROM THE SOUTH WHO MAKE UNINTENTIONAL COPIES OF RYAN MCGINLEYS. FLUORESCENT LIGHT PINK SUNRISE KILLING ANTS. MAYBE IM AN ART CRITIC. PUBLIC NOSEJOBS AT IMMIGRATION OFFICES. PUBLIC NOSEJOBS AT ARTFORUM DOT COM. PUBLIC NOSEJOBS IN AZCAPOTZALCO. WHAT THE FUCK EVER. THE MOSQUITOS ARE ENTERING. WE WANT TO WORK IN SANTA FE. I HAVE BEEN INVITED TO TLAXCALA AGAIN. THIS IS NOT NEW YORK. I WANT TO WRITE LIKE A THREE YEAR OLD I SPENT THE DAY PAINTING WITH A THREE YEAR OLD SHE IS SO MUCH BETTER THAN ME. THINGS THAT ARE MORE IMPORTANT THAN ART: SNOW. PREDICTED TEXT ACTIVATED. PREDICTIVE TEXT DEACTIVATED. A WALL. A DRY SPELL. A DROUGHT. A FAMINE. A TEAL WATERFOUNTAIN OUTSIDE THE BUSWINDOW. POCKMARKED GODINEZ IN A BAGGY SUIT SMOKING A CAMEL LIGHT ON A CORNER IN A BORING PART OF TOWN. LISTENING IN ON CONVERSATIONS I COULDNT UNDERSTAND ANYWAY. I FOLDED A SMALL GOUACHE PAINTING 2 TIMES AND PUT IT IN MY BACK RIGHT POCKET. COVERED IN PAINT IN PUBLIC TRANSPORTATION. MY TOUR GUIDE SAID THAT TENOCHTITLAN WAS BUILT BY ALIENS. STRETCH A PAINTING WHILE ITS COMPLETELY WET. WRITING THINGS DOWN TO REMEMBER THEM. I NEED MORE AMERICAN FLAG SHIRTS. IT IS FUNNY AS FUCK TO SHOW THESE PIECES IN LEGITIMATE SPACES. IF THAT EVER HAPPENS. FOR MUSEUMS ONLY. WOW. A LOOPHOLE WHERE THE WORSE THE PIECE IS THE BETTER THE PIECE IS. A LOOPHOLE WHERE TAKING THE TIME TO WRITE DOWN ARBITRARY STREAM OF CONSCIOUSNESS WORDS CONSTITUTES MAKING ART. HANGING FROM ONE ARM LAZY SLUMP DEAD WEIGHT HOT AFTERNOON BOUNCING AT THE HIP AN ANXIOUS LEG UP AND DOWN A PIECE OF SHEER FABRIC TACKED TO THE WALL THINGS THAT PEOPLE LIKE A GENTLE BREEZE AND EMPTY VOID NOTHING IN THE TREES. SLANG PHOTOCOPIED GOUACHE PAINTED PIDGEONS FOR FORTYFIVEHUNID A POP. MIKE TYSON AS THE BOATMAN FROM SIDDHARTHA: A THREE PART FOLDING SCREEN. PRESERVING YOUTUBE VIDEOS OVER OLD GROWTH FORESTS. THE NEW ARTIST AS THE ART. THE ART AS SOMETHING THAT THE NEW ARTIST TOUCHED. THE ART AS A MEMENTO OF THE NEW ARTIST. IM IN MY HOUSE IM IN MY HOUSE YELLING A BUDDHIST TEMPLE IN KYOTO INSPIRED BY SUE TOMPKINS IF I LOSE YOU IF I LOSE YOU IF I LOSE YOU INSPIRED BY THE IMMACULATE HEAVENLY DRIPS OF A STERLING RUBY PAINTING INSPIRED BY CLOUDS BY DAYTIME RAVING IN THE HOT HOT SUNLIGHT. MUCHO CRAZY. MUCH CRAZY MY FRIEND. WHEN YOU HANG AND SHOW PAINTINGS THERES NO NERVOUSNESS. ALL THE CONFLICTS HAVE BEEN DEALT WITH. YOURE ONLY ANXIOUS OVER WHETHER IT WILL SELL. LESS CONTROL IS MORE REAL. LESS SOLVED IS MORE REAL. ITS NOT FLAT ENOUGH TO BE GOOD AND ITS NOT FULL ENOUGH TO BE GOOD. ITS JUST BLAH. AND ITS NOT BLAH ENOUGH TO BE GOOD EITHER. NO ONES TRYNA HEAR NO NERD TALKIN BOUT NO NERD PAINTING. ART IS NOT USELESS. ART GRANTS US THE PLATFORM TO BE AS HONEST AS WE CAN. OBAMA IS SPYING ON MY MEME PRODUCTION. ART GAME HEIDI FLEISS. FETISHISM INNUENDO IS THE HOTTEST BUSINESS MODEL FOR YOUNG FEMALE INTERNET ARTISTS IN THE NEW MILLENIUM. THE UNIVERSE IS EXPANDING AND CONTRACTING AND BLOCKING FACEBOOK FRIENDS. THE FRUITLESS EFFORT OF TRYING TO LEVERAGE SOMEONE ELSES ONLINE MANIFESTATIONS OF NARCISSISM TOWARD THE GROWTH OF YOUR OWN. DO WE LIKE A PARTICULAR ARTIST BECAUSE WE BELIEVE IN THEIR VISION OR BECAUSE WE WANT TO FUCK THEM IN MY GENERATION THE DISTINCTION IS FADING. EVEN THE SUN GOES DOWN. HEROES EVENTUALLY DIE. BRITNEY SPEARS CHOPPED AND SCREWED. PUSHING CULTURE ALL DAY TO KNOW ONE. ASYMMETRICAL GOLDEN PLATFORMS MOUNTAINTOPS TREES LEANING OUT OF THE MIST PLUMS HUMMINGBIRDS CRASHING LIKE WAVES BREAKING SOUNDSYSTEMS. SHUFFLING UNDERGROUND LIGHTHEADED WASHEDOUT DMX SLIPPING AND FALLING DOWN HERE SWEATING OUT THE DEVIL WITH THE PEOPLE SWEATING OUT GOD WITH THE PEOPLE LIGHT CYAN FADED EGGPLANT MAGENTA AND CERULEAN ALPACA SWEATER FOR OLD WOMEN A CLOUD OF WORDS BLANK NOTES NOT LOOKING BACK NOT LOOKING FORWARD BOBBING MY HEAD TO THE REPEATING BASELINE NO EDITING REST IN PEACE MAC DRE DRIPPING DOWN THE BRIDGE OF MY NOSE CURVING INTO THE SALTY CORNER OF MY EYE JUMPING FROM THE BRIM OF MY AINSWORTH HAT MY ONLY POSSESION TRICKLING DOWN MY RIBS AND LOWER BACK AND MEETING AT THE ELASTIC OF MY BOXER SHORTS AND HANGING OFF A BLURRY CURL OF BROWN HAIR IN FRONT OF MY LEFT EYE. I CANT BE DISTRACTED FROM THE GAZE PUNCHED OUT BY A PURPLE THUMBNAIL IN THE LOUD STILLNESS A NOISE ARTICULATED OVER TIME, A SLANTED BONSAI, A SONG MADE TO THE PERFECT CURVE OF A WALKING HIP. THROUGH THE OPAQUE MARBLEDUST HAZE OF THE TUNNEL WHEN I DIE. I THINK I HAVE CANCER. I HAVE A BAD FEELING THAT I AM NOT ALRIGHT MAYBE I HAVE A TUMOR OR A GROWTH IN MY BRAIN I CAN TASTE BLOOD IT WILL NOT HAVE BEEN THE FIRST TIME MY OUTPUT IS NOWHERE NEAR TO WHERE IT NEEDS TO BE I WANT TO RENT AN AIRPLANE AND YELL THESE THINGS TO NOONE ISNT THAT WHAT AN ARTIST DOES ANYWAY? ISNT ART A TREE FALLING IN THE WOODS? I AM A WEAPON. I FEEL INFINITE. I AM LOST IN ITS WORLD. I AM CONFIDENTLY BUMPING INTO PEOPLE ON THE STREET AND IN THE SUBWAY CARS. MY SHOULDERS FEEL WIDE AND MY JAW BONE IS JUTTING AND MY MIND SAYS I DARE YOU. A 60% SPEED RUTGER HAUER IN THE LAST SCENE OF BLADE RUNNER DARK AND SINEWY GLISTENING POWER METAL EXPLORING THE MECHANISMS OF ALIEN TECHNOLOGY AND DIVINE FREQUENCIES AND IT IS GLORIOUS. GLORIOUS LIKE GETTING DRILLED AT THE DENTIST SMELLING THE HOT ASHEN PARTICULATE OF YOUR FORM WHILE FLAILING ARMS IN ROBOTIC ECSTASY, LIKE HANGING GIBBOUS GIBBONS, WILDLY SWINGING THROUGH MICROFILAMENT SCREECHING OVER OTHERWOLD SYNTHETIC PADS OF AMBIENT MANTA REY WINGS. GLORIOUS LIKE PHILLIP GLASS BEACHCOMBING WITH A METAL DETECTOR. THE APPLICATION OF ADVANCED MATHEMATICS. RELIGIOUS CEREMONIES. THE IMPLOSION OF A BLACK HOLE. 80s TRASH METAL GUITAR RIFFS. FRAGMENTED BITTORRENTED CARBON MATTER. TIME. TELEPATHIC TRAVERSION OF NEO LANGUAGES. GOLD LEAF 3 PANELED PINE TREES RECEDING INTO MOUNTAIN GREYNESS. REJECTION AFTER REJECTION. THE SMELL OF CITY AIR MAINLINED INTO THE NOSTRIL HANGING EAGERLY OUT OF THE HALF CRACKED TAXICAB WINDOW PLUMMETING UP A FLAT CURVED HILL. WRITING IS JUST CURATING WORDS. DRIVING IS JUST CURATING STREETS. MY FACEBOOK FEED IS LOOKING LIKE AN UNDERGRADUATE PERFORMANCE CLASS AND I AM BORED. 21st CENTURY SIMULACRA 16th CENTURY JAPANESE PRINTMAKING. Genre GODVOICE