Alright, I have to give up is
what you’re telling me when
I look a photographs
any of them at all, sometimes
I like the ones my friends take
Or the ones I take myself but
then thats everyone with every
thing. Ugh. The Faux Intimacy
is really what gets me. People
are just fucking drunk and all
the hazy lights are from the
lighting at the venue, none
of it is really premeditated
The Age Of Irony Is Over
A wise man once said, a week
ago as we both sat in our
studio and discussed contemporary
art. Or rather the art of our
contemporaries. My boundless
contempt for the jack fakers and
photo takers who talk of yesteryear
like they were there will stay behind
a smile so tight that you’ll think my
hair is in a ponytail. Save your
watermarks, or just save yourself
save your hosting fees and the money
you spend on shipping for your business
cards. Save that sixty bucks and don’t buy
shoes that look like Keds at Topshop
just because you want to talk about them that
Thursday. You can if you want to but
no one will care because they held off on
wearing theirs. Should I cry for this?
Really should I, I would like to consider
another plan of action but its really getting
harder and harder to discern what to do
in this present climate. I get it, you’re hair
is slicked back, wonderful, this isn’t
fucking Chicago is in the 50′s.
But then again what really is so different
about it, nothing. The speakeasy-ish feel
that you’re favorite bar gives off and thats
why you go. Don’t you have to work in the
morning what are you doing out at 3AM
every night. Oh you work late, from home
you say, oh you’re an artist assistant so
everything is fine if you show up with drugs
at work. Oh wait but he’s the straight laced
typed. Well then, you got a good one. You’ll
have a good run for a few months and
hopefully you’ll have a show of your own
except you won’t because once you’ve stretched
in the morning, and pulled out the next sheet of
canvas. You’ll see he stole your idea and its
all over Contemporary Art Daily – while you
have your coffee.
Not to worry fearless creative individual
you can take in enough noxious substances
to put down an elephant and still do the
running man until they kick you out of the club.
Newsflash, that may be the only place that
you win so just enjoy when its happening.
The dorks and d-bags that really want it will
give better BJ’s than you and fuck for longer
so just wait until they get old. I’m serious.
Why break your neck on crotch this early in life.
You Can Always Do The Worm At 4AM.
No matter how dirty you feel for the amount of
money you just spent, there is someone spending
far more and not giving it to a barkeep but
a realtor who cares not if you’re feeling down in the
dumps and can never “get your next one”.
