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Looking into Hysteria - 2003 Sometimes when I'm looking into space I get lost in it. Maybe my soul, or something looking through me, is being entertained with the world. Or maybe it's just dead air. But I get the sense that time itself was just laughing, and I witnessed it. I witnessed time eternal turn everything black. I saw all moments unfold into what once was and shall be. The end of all things and the beginning. I saw the all seeing monotony laugh right in eternity's face! And I can't stop thinking all that laughter must come from the illusion of humans trying to understand their lives in a world so full of bullshit. A world of religious fairy tales, pride and freedom, mind-controlled dingbats and blockheads. Ding-a-lings and miniskirts used as scoreboards. Babies growing up on Prozac and their bloodline's bad hand-me-downs. An endless salute to one's own selfish comfort. Well God bless whatever gave me the power to make myself laugh along at this living, breathing, horror show. I hope it can find entertainment in the little stories I paint. Why else would there be any use for me? |
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