INTERINDEPENDENCE

Artist: JMSN

Fuck convention.

Time is time. Money is money.

Make lists.

A few scribblings.

A drawer full of utterances and collages.

A smile and a positive attitude.

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My professional presence is where my cynicism aligns with addiction and comfort.
There needs to be a disconnect. It's the only way to exist. There are too many of us on this planet. We are too close to each other. We need neglect in order to live, to focus on what we want.
Just as there needs to be a cycle of negligence, there needs to be one of love, hate, greed.. etc... They all overlap with each other constantly.

We eventually have to take a break from consuming all our shit and take a look at ourselves. That respite resonates. Not immediately. It takes years. Eventually it will resonate with someone sensitive and egocentric and idiopathic in a way to change one of the societal cells.

I'm a slave to negligence.

Without slavery there is no luxury. What would we do with the disparity of wants? 

If greed isn't the primary motivator. It is easier to love.

Greed makes it easier to fuck. To objectify; to hyper-sexualize; and romanticize.

I suppose it's easy to confuse the two. What's more romantic than aggressive intimacy?

We'll shrug it off with dismissal.

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If I'm so dumb, why's my soul feel heavy?

Maybe a part of the universe wants me to have a child.

What's more fulfilling then finding you no longer want what you wanted? -- That your priorities are pivoting the opposite direction?

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I was thinking about getting a big pig tatted on my chest. It'll be my first tattoo.

We strive for independence even if we were raised off disney.

I'm in an open relationship with my wife. If my wife wasn't with other people I don't know if I'd be compelled to. It's different because its altering my sense of responsibility in intimate relationship.

My other partners are younger, intimidated and inexperienced. They have less of an idea of who they are and what they want. Making love with them feels fake.

One might be pregnant but I have a vasectomy.

When I think about it I have a hard time appreciating things that are mine. I like to believe things are mine. Nothing is mine.