I have a depraved addiction to chaos.
That's my life..
As is Art. A bona fide science. This is me experimenting with the notion that if I'm not obsessed I'm not in love. That it's not external forces fucking shit up, but me coercing internal anarchy. An unresting, self perpetuating creation. A self observing, circumambient wittiness to change.
This is my Art..
My idee fixe.If not, what would i create that would be inspired if not destructive?. A blank canvas?
I'd have to live vicariously through my friends and them through me (but more them through me) just to feel un-ordinary.
Just because it would be nice to wake up to their drug/sex/chaos addictions and feel good about their eco-friendly, low carb, tote bag, well networked lifestyles, making their way up in the world, but I mean really making something of them selves.
Who wouldn't want to be delegate to their lives. They're professionals. High profile, uni educated, LCD's, PHD's no STD's, that we know of. They got their shit together. That could be me.
I have been advised to keep a calender diary. Mark it. Check it. These are good time management techniques that will help me get my life in order. I can barely manage my tantrums let alone time. That slippery little bastard . He creeps up on you, flies past you, gets you in trouble with the boss on a Monday morning with a Sunday arvo bbq at a mates house hangover. And still you never cease chasing him. With a bottomless hunger, like there's never enough. You might miss out on your share, your little piece of the time pie.
He's a pervasive little bastard and keeping a calender diary ain't gonna stop him getting inside you.
No? Look in the mirror. Your wrinkled, frumpy, balding. No where near as hot as you were when you were 17. No where near as hot as you thought you'd be at age nearly 30.
They say this is when Saturn returns. The same time it takes that elusive planet to make a full cycle in orbit. When the average- joe realises that he's neither settled down nor made an impact on his chosen industry profession. They say this is when time really starts to get away from you. You have to choose. Family or career, before the end of the next decade, before saturn is a third of it's way into it's second rotation. Before the end of that decade and your either incompetent or impotent. Before your friends decide their life is no longer compatible with your's for surrogacy.
This is my Art.
My raison detre.
My over stretched canvas. To change and destroy at my will. To make beautiful or painful. To make it anything but conceptual or functional or uninspired.
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