Dedicated testing for the defense of those who love arms races. Break it down to the minimal molecular. Shoot to kill the peculiar. Make it seem like it’s about altruism. Then call for funds to count the dead.
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Wednesday, May 7, 2008
Pharm a shoot tackle
Dedicated testing for the defense of those who love arms races. Break it down to the minimal molecular. Shoot to kill the peculiar. Make it seem like it’s about altruism. Then call for funds to count the dead.
Monday, May 5, 2008
Rubbish filled croc
Using water from washing brushes, layering paper over packaging, I've given the croc some skin. It hides in the grass, hiding the rubbish within. And can be used for seating. Just don't put your arse too close to its mouth!
Containers. Sometimes they're about what we don't immediately see. Or have no way of knowing without ripping the structure apart.
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containers,
croc,
hiding,
InitiallyNO,
paper,
recycled paint water,
seating
Sunday, May 4, 2008
Stripped, penetrated, contaminated and shut-up
More funding for psychiatric hospitals? How about… perhaps we should charge the Alfred Hospital and various other government participating psyche hospitals with aggravated assault. People have been known to die from the chemicals they forcefully inject. Most slowly. Some however have died instantly. Cogs in wheels getting money, made me into a freaking lab-rat. How about in the year of the rat we stop this practice of forced injections and incarceration. How about that? How about we actually charge people with a criminal offence before we inject them with shit. Better still, how about we stop the experiments going on in our country now. Are pharmaceutical companies running the government?
Leprosy injections trials on our Australian peoples too. It makes me mad. There is no denying that happened, even though they want to. Proof is, they're still trialing harmful drugs forcefully. Under the banner of "Duty of Care" and "Community Treatment Order". Double speak. Public knows nothing.
Gives us programs like Denton's "Angels and Demons". Cuts out the people's voice when they don't fit with the criteria of: oh the pills sort of do work.
Until forced encarceration, injections and ECT are stopped, no, things are not better now. Stop making the public think they are. Is that enough rope to get a grasp and grapple of the ugliness of this psychiatric grope?
Demons? They're the psyche system.Angels? Well for me, they were a number of organisations in the community, including Prahran Mission. Poor angels though are powerless to stop the demonic injections though. They don't rank high enough. And they end up on the cutting room floor, while the chemical companies get promoted by the youth that are "cured" but still fumbling through school. Cured? What? Like a hide?
Voices are about translating what I sense about me into words and characteristics of sound through my automatic mind/hidden-calculator/collective-device. I would like to live in an environment that is not afraid of the feelings we recieve and knows how to guide people in a way that will help them better negotiate the obstacles and dreams found through feeling troubling EMFs and such. It is an art. And sometimes what is not allowed to exist, only really has a place in art. Art is a safe reality.
Wednesday, April 30, 2008
Art exhibition opening June 12th 6-8pm

Come and see this years work; look at what is contained by mutual and exclusive arrangements. Think within the vessel. And please, bring your absurd eyes with you.
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art exhibition,
ceramics,
containers,
creations,
eco-art,
Free entry,
InitiallyNO,
new works,
paintings
Monday, April 28, 2008
Water stains on the roof
A voice, much older than me says, “On a cold day, I go to turn on the heaters and look up to see little miracles in the wet. It’s a very old art. I’ve always enjoyed it. Nobody bothers much with it these days, everyone is preoccupied with product.”
I look up at the church/Stables Art Studio roof and I see a man and a woman. Spooks in my shared space studio. I begin a canvas this way. With such a stain. Then I look at the play and make what I see in that more obvious.
I observe, I sense, I translate. It isn’t an illness. It’s called reading into what is out there and sharing the idea. It’s what artists like to do.
I look up at the church/Stables Art Studio roof and I see a man and a woman. Spooks in my shared space studio. I begin a canvas this way. With such a stain. Then I look at the play and make what I see in that more obvious.
I observe, I sense, I translate. It isn’t an illness. It’s called reading into what is out there and sharing the idea. It’s what artists like to do.
Friday, April 25, 2008
Beings: Inner seller berating
You don't have to understand me, you just have to get the picture. You know, like you do when you sleep on things. I'm beyond the point of being a delicate little bruised petal to misunderstanding. There is no understanding. It’s been annihilated as of today. Happy. It probably never existed anyway.

Thursday, April 24, 2008
Beings: Information exchange rates
Translating the EMF from touch can cause a system overload. And then there's all the stuff you just really don't want to know about that you pick up. I find sounds and visuals an easier equation. But then, it really depends on time, place, space and all those other dimensions of introspection that get turned inside out and back to front.
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