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There are rules and people will follow them. Petitions to ban me from the Bywater and from Oak Street represent a comic attempt to tread water in a sinking submarine. It's almost adorable.
Look at how I can get you.
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the city of new orleans is a land of darkness and despair. i am a ruthless artist that will stop at nothing to see my vision realized.
I am an artist.
I insist that you recognize my vision.
There can never be happiness. Only despair.
Some might call me pessimistic but they are naive.
My art spreads order and authority.
New Orleanians can only save themselves through adopting an environment of structure, routine, discipline, and sobriety.
Creativity is a vice that stifles productivity. It distracts through false hope. It opens the mind to doubt.
My art seeks to smother creativity by imposing certainty and security upon forces that seek to undermine them
There can never be happiness. Only despair.
Some might call me pessimistic but they are naive.
My art spreads order and authority.
New Orleanians can only save themselves through adopting an environment of structure, routine, discipline, and sobriety.
Creativity is a vice that stifles productivity. It distracts through false hope. It opens the mind to doubt.
My art seeks to smother creativity by imposing certainty and security upon forces that seek to undermine them
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2 comments:
You are one of the necessary heads of the dualist vision.
Without One, the Other has nothing for the basis of comparison. Without me, you just are. A nothingness with no bearings.
Fortunately the shadow aspect is necessarily devoured by a more controlled observation of the synthesis of Two. The stillness of samadhi.
I enjoy your role and the lust for destructive realization that binds Us.
We are many, we are 1.
Oh man, this blog just keeps getting weirder. Good stuff. Is this "Fred as holy agent of Shiva-the-destroyer" ?? now that's a fresh angle for sure. Build the altars high.
Don't you want samadhi to love
don't you need samadhi to love
you gotta find samadhi to love
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