Anything can make it into the canon
Crucifixon of Hitler
Born in zurcher hoschule der kunste,
Floors upon floors, grey and vertical space. The stairs are made this way so that if a fire starts you can run away faster.
Empty corridors and some works left.
A delirium, seeks feedback and linkages, all men, it pacifies them if you present them.
Maybe it is all false, but he will never know. But knows that a men made a squiggle, penises on canvas, a frustrated boy, a dick-move.
In the gaze of the hope of being seen gliding.
High-sounding names to represent arti-original connections. The distance between the user and the work created from a narration.
“Beuatiful Woman Walking By Of Course” —…
Conversating to decide if the work is over.
Techno Park of joys and Anarcho-Capitalism that leaks an autarchic meritocracy.
The gist of the situation is that being bold, entails also a ruminating where the grass has already been eaten, where the fruits have already been taken. Frankly it is necessary duping oneself also there where there’s nothing to take.
“Two months. Two Months. A super smart-ass shit.” -…