consciousness and form is the cage we/ i am living in. celebrating the moon from.  

I'd say the moon is tormenting me, but that is the cage speaking. 

R.K. Jhono

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doing the right thing can be so foreign. it just doesn't feel so good. and i don't want to do it. i want to bang some whores. and forget. whew... it's amazing how people can go from one affliction to another. all to avoid what's real. and the truth. addictions. obsessions all for the same thing... to forgot.

how comfortable it is to sumber and dream of another world that is based on nothing real.

La trahison des images

this is not a pipe; no its a painting. a bunch of pigments of a canvas. to be profoundly related to reality; is a gift/ how can one direct life when we are so naive about the nature of reality

Budda in the burrow

Buddha - is 14 years old. a graffiti artist. He is know for his Buddha and asian motifs. He is intelligent. whity and crafty. He is athetic; as can be seen as he scales and traverses the la landscape.

Sean (gangster gone good or good-er) .... something profound happens to him and the seed of a new leaf is scene.

Hot Woman Lead ... a striper and or prostitute. she is somehow brought into the mix

Buddha - witness a murder; or during an home invasion; he get's away. Sean somehow; can't find the heart of cant take being the murderous son of a bitch he has been any more. But Buddha's brother and family get's murdered in the mean time.

on art

the possibility of art is something bigger than myself. a collection of singular experiences and thoughts.

art can be something from another world that possesses me. that shapes me. that can redefine what it is to be alive

those undefinable moments that can not be talked about; are what drive me as an artist.

dating

Dating

i am creating being FREE... INTIMATE...ADVENTURE!

i am giving up being attached; pleasing my parents; and looking good. plus proving how good i am.

who i am is freedom. intimacy and adventure.

every time i am living a free life i have to go and screw it up by getting into a woman.

being an artist is a masters degree in self misery. if you had it great all the time there would be nothing to write about.

truth be told... what do you do when everyone around you is an idiot; screaming babel and not saying much.

what do you do ; when you are at a party and what people want to talk about is baseball with thier kids. don't get me wrong it's not all that bad; but when your whole life is about exploring and tasting and experiancing. and creating.

there doesn't seem to be much to talk about.

i guess i could get into handy work. and other mundane activities. but i am having a hard time wraping my mind around that

i could talk about the jersey shore; or some tv show. or whatever people these days chat about. i really don't know because i am not in those conversations. seems quite borring.

i guess the more obsessed you get about living the farther you get from everyday life. and it's off to my self imposed castaway island for revolutionary.