How have you tamed your sapien?
Pure
Lead, by example
Sometimes I really like the choices I’ve made
&
Others
Ragefully not enough
Lead, by example
to drown my dread
&
wait
for inspirATion
2 Come
Again
Good news is,
I’ve swapped my oatmeal for grits
&
I feel like a big kid again
It’s the Quaker in me
Refusing to shiver in anti-Cipi
of what is to come for not of mine
my cell0ular, is Water
Somewhere there is paste
A Re-Cipi of ancient perspective
&
Not so much on the taste, peh.
But
There’s no time
no energy
no intention
no sugar
no me
at the end of a sittin’ shift
babysittin’ the space between processing death/Sustaining life
&
the hatching of the next flock of kin
who keep retaining the sKILL
to reSIST the astute observations of the
AUTHority around them
referring their own, Re-Mix
I agree, it’s fn to add random things and mix it up
the things kids do with external expression in accordance to their inner authority, the external authority of those around them, the culture and nihhb0e8w8ys]evrajkdn irb blach blah lb ah you get it, at this point, puhlease make a furries only bathroom and feed them like the fucking phoney news hallucinates about instead of relaxing and getting well paid AND well laid.
Beware the lead lined homo
for they sapian’t my kinda people
a little 2 HOSTile
Questions for review for anyone who cares
- What does the background of the photo invoke within you?
- How do you think the statement, ‘Contains Lead’ would land for different generations and cultures of homo sapiens sapiens?
- How does this relate to the concept of “home” to you?
- How did the synthesis of this arrangement of material contribute to the decay of homo sapiens sapiens?
- &, the rise of homo sapien& sapien&?
Answer sheet because I wrote it so why not:
What does the background of the photo invoke within you? I took this photo very recently, upon arriving at the crux of my contract, easily overstimulated and cavernous to collapse into. I had finally cleared my own self imposed backlog, reworked a process I had spent hours and thousands of dollars, time, skill, and mostly probably my trauma response to my upbriging but let’s call it a hobby okay.
How do you think the statement, ‘Contains Lead’ would land for different generations and cultures of homo sapiens sapiens?
So it’s gasOLINE, there’s several intention plays on words here. Pure; a concept Americans love so Dear. Pure lead, a deadly solid poison. Gas, a burnt substance designed to stragegically motivate a mechanism into a controlled motion. This combination is a play on previous work but intentionally burnt, a photo roasted in the fallout caused by the ceaseless extraction of resources from the planet filtered through unnecessarily human suffering then reguritated in our WasTe back into the sOIL as useless malignant putties and playthings of our own wicked desires, barely asking for a moment how the world will one day witness our deepest spectacles on the worst of days. Lead; is not only a chemical but also can mean to lead like to have other people follow you.
This is the axis I weave when I look at this shot. I see a deeper comical satrical take within the resources of the empire that is crumbling around me. this very structure representing so much of human progression into the shame game.
Images like these are intentionally subtle to code for a more aware audience.
There’s an Ü umlat at the top right at the end of the damn looking distortion in the back that was an intentionally designed edit. this is not ai, it is my personal art.
This is meant to convey the idea that I am aware it is an intentionally offensive piece to some, what I do.
How does this relate to the concept of “home” to you?
Gasoline is the fuel of my forced location. Anywhere I go, most species, no matter their preferred way of dividing up their perceptions into identities, will still use this concentrated product of technology to fuel their motivations.
How did the synthesis of this arrangement of material contribute to the decay of homo sapiens sapiens?
The impact of fossil fuels on my “home” planet is nigh infinite. The smell of gas will always remind me of a road trip in my younger days, and the rush of 10+hr shifts in my current era.
&, the rise of homo sapien& sapien&?
There will be people who will adapt to the new standards set by firing the fossils of our planets past
&
There will be bodies to clean up, bury, and return to the cycle of life on this planet.
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