Colour

Random Color Study: Saint Max

I'm trying to make life something I can appreciate because it's the easiest way of easing other people's stress....

... There is a certain aggression that comes with the corporate nature, fashioned to the language of power; the language of meaning. Of course the "developing" fabricate the most meaning. That doesn't mean they know how to showcase what they find. Especially when capitalism. Satire and drama and stories occupy a large frequency of our social lives.

I'd love to talk about how you interpret your values at the moment.

I feel so powerless in my expression while inside and apart of the corporate body my body advertises. My body's so old and ugly. I'm drained but inspired running after positive spirals. I'm so eager to be reminded of the deeper powers that circulate the mind.

Arrogant to a hard point but I smoke slow like a good joint. Wannabe Kung Fu and a little bit nasally; it's sunny in the way I see. Being a druggy brought me closer to my enemies. Still look simultaneously like a bitch and an old thug, but trying to be more of a loner that needs a hug. Being a mama's boy taught me a little bit more about the empathy, and being a husband taught me about fighting the empty, and, and, Imma let you finish but you're more than what you pretend to be. I feel ghosts all around me. Especially here. You are a ghost.

The more I converse with myself, the more it becomes me. I know I've lost my mind a few times. But, you don't want to lose your mind. Sometimes things take a lot longer to find.

When was the last time you really screamed? Like really screamed your lungs and your eyes out and scared yourself and let yourself know that you are alive? Do it today sometime. Whenever. Try it. Release your voice and express your emotion. It wont set you free but it'll show you something.

Do you sense your tribal being?

I'm screaming while writing this.

Cuz I don't.

I just see dragons; the violence of existing; a hierarchical peace, fractaling into oblivion and infinity.

My scoliosis occupies my left brain. I don't want success. I don't want your mess. But I need it...despite my own... because I'm interindependent... because I like my stories. They give me meaning. Meaning brings shape to my ego; MY being. This is what I must be for this world to see that I am them and them are we.