I’m fucking in love with this concept.
The art of uncomfortable, dissociative, intensely voyeuristic stumbling
Now operating with nothing to hide.
I’m a huge fan of the Newspaper Blackout concept by Austin Kleon, so I thought I’d try my hand at it.
One-night out
sleeping on the street,
snapshot families count
Sun Goddess Went Gold
Sun Goddess went gold
it’s a phenomenal city
saturated in the electrified funkiness.
Fictional acid was reworked into something other than the addictively pleasurable pop morsels.
Trip down the valley
wherein the slightest gunshot rings out
There is a trail left by a lot of time alone with countless repetition of neuroses.
Modern life is a patchwork of percussion sunshine moving into a celebration of reality
But the sun of life is too grand for most of us.
Those fever dreams are making you sweat
Hallucinating colors and sound
Swimming around in your stream of consciousness