JOJAPIPOSA
A Fly can't bird, but a Bird can fly.
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Looking for inspiration in the least expected places and situations.
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The Spiller (AKA: the story within the story within)
WOW! Who’s responsible for this mess?!
(Silence and a highbrow glance at the attacker).
Who took so long to get from A to Z?
You mean you don’t mind the multiple wine spills?
It took forever to read!
Breath deeply and shut your lids.
It makes no sense! It has no point to read within the story that’s within.
That’s why I need to see a tornado from up close, I’m sure the most interesting things are written inside of it. Not so much a want, it’s more of a need.
AND WHAT IS THIS??!! Is this red? is this blue? why is the green creating this grid???
I was drinking and I spilled…
(with a calmer voice now) Terrible accidents happen everyday.
No mishap took place here…
Was this on purpose?
Yes, indeed!
Who took so long to get from A to Z?
You mean you don’t mind the multiple wine spills?
It took forever to read!
Breath deeply and shut your lids.
It makes no sense! It has no point to read within the story that’s within.
That’s why I need to see a tornado from up close, I’m sure the most interesting things are written inside of it. Not so much a want, it’s more of a need.
AND WHAT IS THIS??!! Is this red? is this blue? why is the green creating this grid???
I was drinking and I spilled…
(with a calmer voice now) Terrible accidents happen everyday.
No mishap took place here…
Was this on purpose?
Yes, indeed!
Truth becomes words become lies become absence
A while ago I realized that nothing ever came as close to the way my mind+communication skills work as one of my favorite artist’s work. Words are definitely more powerful in their absence, therefore the more you say, the less value it seems to have, but the less you say and the more you keep the less I will know and understand.
Magic don’t come cheap. We’re either drenched with knowledge or lost in its absence.
“In Basquiat’s paintings, boys never become men, they become skeletons and skulls. Presence is expressed as absence…”
Whatever these were, whatever they meant, they only exist now as support for what has been built above them, but their power is still there although they are no more.
