PARIS HILTON IS GIVING AWAY NFT’S TO EVERY AUDIENCE MEMBER ON A TALK SHOW. I WONDER IF I COULD MAKE AND SELL MY OWN WITHOUT MY PEERS FINDING OUT. THE THING I WANT TO KNOW THE MOST ABOUT ANY ARTIST IS WHAT KIND OF MONEY THEY COME FROM. A SELF PROCLAIMED PSYCHIC ONCE APPROACHED ME AND SAID. THE SECRET TO GETTING WHAT YOU WANT FROM PEOPLE IS INNOCENCE AND CHARM. I THINK ABOUT AUGMENTATION AND CUSTOMISATION. VISIONS SLOPPED IN CAPITALIST GESTATION. THE URGE TO SATIATE DESIRE IS AN INSTINCT TO BE FREED FROM IT. YOUNG RICH ARTISTS EVADE TRANSPARENCY AS A MEANS OF CREATIVE FREEDOM. SPIRITUAL DESIRE. (QUEER) EXPERIMENTAL ELECTRONIC MUSIC SEEMS TO ATTRACT A PARTICULAR KIND OF SOCIAL-POLITICAL ECONOMIC OBFUSCATION. A CLOUD OF APPROPRIATION AND CLASS-DEFENSIVENESS ENCASED IN A WEIRDNESS MADE OF POST-POLITICAL VISUAL AND AURAL CUES OF DISFIGURE AND AMBIGUITY. HAVE YOU EVER WORN A VIRTUAL REALITY HEADSET AND THOUGHT. THIS IS JUST A SCREEN SITUATED IN VERY CLOSE PROXIMITY TO MY EYES? THE AWARENESS OF A FUTILITY OF FANTASY IS JUST AS FRUITFUL AS THE FANTASY ITSELF.
THE ROT OF FANTASY
BACK-END OF DESIRE
SOIL OF ASPIRATIONS
I’VE BEEN DANCING IN A CLUB WHEN SUDDENLY STRUCK BY THE AWARENESS THAT IT WAS JUST A ROOM WITH THE LIGHTS TURNED OFF. IF EVERY ARTIST MADE PUBLIC SCULPTURE WOULD THE WORLD RUN OUT OF ROOM? SPANK ME BETWEEN ARTS AND ECONOMICS. I GYRATE SLOWLY IN A SPEEDING ÜBER. WITH THE SOFT GLOW OF LEDS ILLUMINATING MY HYALURONIC CHEEKS. A WAD OF CASH WHICH WILL OUTLIVE MY OILY BODY AWAITS ITS EMANCIPATION. I SING TO AN ETERNAL CITY LIGHT.
♫ I AM FREE
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