You see, an artist’s motives don’t matter at all, I mean not one artist, one song, has ever changed this world. The artist doesn’t exist. He’s strictly a figment of the public’s imagination. None of us exist. We’re in the Twilight Zone. We'll all go to Hell cause' we set ourselves up as Gods. - David Bowie 1972
homebodies romantics BAD-ASSES.
T REX, NICK GILDER, FLEETWOOD MAC, KINKS, MOUNT SIMS, ZIPPER, NIEL YOUNG, THE TURTLES, GLAM ROCK COMMERCIAL FAILURES, MOST BUBBLEGUM, SOUFUL PUNK, PUNKFUL SOUL, SILVERHEAD, SUZI QUATRO, PAUL AND BARRY RYAN, ALICE COOPER, SWAMP DOGG, THE GO, THE TIME FLYS
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“If my nightmare is a culture inhabited by posthumans who regard their bodies as fashion accessories rather than the ground of being, my dream is a version of the posthuman that embraces the possibilities of information technologies without being seduced by fantasies of unlimited power and disembodied immortality; that recognizes and celebrates finitude as a condition of the human being, and that understands human life is embedded in a material world of great complexity, one on which we depend for our continued survival. (How We Became Posthuman 5)â€
the ones written by Mystical painters, Existential Russians, Posthuman womyn, twisted American psychocosmonauts, Ecofeminists, and Atheist childrens' novelists.
abstractions: pathetics, genuines, dreams, blobs
humanoids/cartoons: Martin Luther King Jr., My Mom, Alejandro Jodorowski, Dennis Kucinich, Justin Bishop, Francisco Xavier Gonzales Arichega, Marry Poppins, and of course Felix the Cat