░░ MIMEOGRAPHED 100× / JUNYA WATANABE / PS1 JAGGY POLYGONS / WIDE-BRIMMED HAT ░░
stylish chic fashion illustration of a thin and lithely muscular red-blonde long-haired man and his psychic cannibal twin movie star sunglasses with an angular jawline wearing a futuristic but elegant leather junya watanabe style coat wide-brimmed hat trousers and polished italian leather boots, the image has been mimeographed 100x and has taken on a hazy psychedelic surrealistic air and elements of playstation1-era jaggy polygons appear in the edges
It seems likely that music made by creatures with radial symmetry would not resolve on the four.
.
There are freer jazzes than imagined.
.
. . .
.
a LONG POUR.
.
. . .
.
&
.
. . .
.
the mind's eye could slide blind beyond comprehension.
.
. . .
.
SAY —
.
Do you remember
when you couldn't
look up a picture of
EVERYONE'S ASS
on-demand?
.
That's crazy.
❗️
.
Man —
.
You can pretty much see everyone's ass now.
If you're demanding.
.
Social media, foremost:
.
is a DIRECTORY OF ASS . . .
.
[feigned gasp]
.
Truly —
.
Showing hole's all that's holy anymore!
.
And that sanctity may yet have slipped.
𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐈𝐍 𝐀 𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒 𝐒𝐎𝐑𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐑 . . .
Having conversations that you won't remember, with people who are thinking about a parking meter.
OUT! OUT!
I have seen a woman losing her mind.
In public.
Several months into it, now, I'm afraid . . .
The end of sanity's charade.
.
She possesses a sort of silent film beauty.
Sort of.
Obsolescent snowqueen, red-cheeked.
A creature out of time.
Pale for all the outside.
.
She's at every café.
Always.
Behind every tree.
Comes around corners at you.
.
Talks to herself, now.
Muttered curses.
Didn't used to.
Didn't.
Or maybe she was quieter about it.
Closer to the breast.
Maybe it was inside.
Probably for the best.
.
I stopped making eye contact a few weeks ago.
.
Could be you —
𝙒𝙝𝙮 𝙬𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙𝙣'𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪?
BEAUTY ADVICE (LIFE AND MONEY TOO)
We age into trolls and elves.
Become what you are.
No need for surgery.
Just don't do it.
(J.D.D.I.)
.
𝐀𝐆𝐄 𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐄𝐅𝐔𝐋𝐋𝐘 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 . . .
.
What Internet memes look like when you are a Literal Troll.
Share it with someone you love.
💙
A TRAGIC EMISSION
I'm No One.
Talking to Next-to-No-One.
.
But,
.
At least you're next to me.
So I can be seen.
.
Me?
.
I have almost no audience.
But!
.
What I've got
.
(I've got
.
I've got
.
I've got.)
.
IS:
A premium elite audience.
.
WHY? WHY? WHY?
.
Well,
𝙸 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚐𝚘𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚕 𝚖𝚞𝚜𝚒𝚌 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚒𝚞𝚜𝚎𝚜.
WHEN this is printed & bound people who RESPECT objects will come to UNDERSTAND.
A NOTE ON THE PRECEDING PIECE'S USE OF "Y'ALL" (BLESS UR 💙)
It must be acknowledged that the contemporary use of the second-person pr*n**n "Y'all" has become inherently-problematized due to poor standards in deployment.
If you can't sell it, don't offer it.
Me?
I was largely raised by a woman born in 1920s Northern Florida.
Fuck y'all.
Fuck all y'all.
AS-YET-UNTITLED NEW SHIT
IT'S JUST FOUR OF THE SAME THING, REPEATING.
ING ING ING . . .
.
I HOPE YOU LIKE IT.
💙
.
(UNRELEASED)
▶️ 𝙋𝙇𝘼𝙔 𝙈𝙀 @ NIGHT (𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑤𝑜𝑛'𝑡 𝑎𝑐𝑡 𝑟𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡)
Recorded 8.12.23 @ Saurian Sound WEST (Lost Eros, CA)
I HOLD THE PEN OF GENESIS
Everything I write happens.
.
I'm a pre reporter.
A preporter.
Preposterous.
Oracula, cloaked.
Send me money.
I'm a genie.
I'm a joke.
Various Jesuses.
Fucking Ugly.
THE DECORATOR
Ultimately my writing is about your interiority.
Converse with it.
I want to furnish you.
I may yet appoint you.
Your misunderstandings are acts of creation, and of recreation.
You are a master storyteller.
A master.
A PICTURE FROM MY PHONE (NOT MY NOTES, NOT MY UNDERLINING):
░░ [image absent — caption is the piece] ░░
— 𝐁𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐄 𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐈𝐃𝐀𝐘
DISAPPEARANT
Yggdrasil's on clearance.
Post-noble adherence.
.
. . .
.
THEN . . .
.
There's a long chant.
Monks, or something.
Something important.
It's very important.
You've done well to've been here.
CANCER?
Raised bumps on your skin.
Could be the end of you.
Never know when you've grown out of control.
CHARISM
TO SPEAK of the devil that lives ill within.
His piss stank the tang of late-lastnight's gin.
.
Stumbled in:
Trying to get that shirt unbuttoned,
before the sweat breaks,
And with it ALL HELL.
.
Batiste cotton.
It's fine.
Seams fall.
Rome fell.
.
All rot-yellowed at the collar and underarms.
Neglected and void of charm.
The money wanderer.
And the laundry wand.
I AM A TEKKEN CHARACTER. IT IS OK. THANK YOU.
SELECT ME?
𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐈𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑 . . .
𝐉𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐒 𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐍 𝐃𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐄 / a / k / a ＪＱＤis a self-taught integrated media company
founded haunted and enchanted in 𝙻𝙾𝚂𝚃 𝙴𝚁𝙾𝚂, 𝙲𝙰.
"Thank you . . .
Thank you." 💙 𝚖.𝚟.𝚍.
Thank you." 💙 𝚖.𝚟.𝚍.
░░ MIMEOGRAPHED 100× / JUNYA WATANABE / PS1 JAGGY POLYGONS ░░
stylish chic fashion illustration of a thin and lithely muscular red-blonde long-haired man and his psychic cannibal twin movie star sunglasses with an angular jawline wearing a futuristic but elegant leather junya watanabe style coat trousers and polished italian leather boots, the image has been mimeographed 100x and has taken on a hazy psychedelic surrealistic air and elements of playstation1-era jaggy polygons appear in the edges
✦
Lost Eros, CA · Oct 2023.