One small lil' seeping copper in The Road....
art's just art even if so ridiculously overpriced...
(as my MAn in "the artist" here, some time ago, confirmed and he's a real expert, Foulmouth so called art college mentor, and such a nice polite man)
But when someone far far worse than whoever that Toty Transition Town bloke was who divided the Hay-on-wye eight actually river rat caring lot... with Phoebe's lil' un
photo soon.
goes and A. uses the so called environmental movement to bring in posh footfall to his small-dicken but big hall...
B. does nothing despite being mister local money bags about the worst plastic filled lil' runoff stream through an SSI just down from his.... other than tell my master tapes " well we commissioned a fancy report five years ago...."
and C. makes vile ad hominem false allegations in a public place about someone he has not only never even met or seen and has only some fake, but in fact assumed realfriend's, word upon,
when i say almost nothing to anyone, but those were in full knowledge of his cctv
(of course about "your chemical waste too, from your studio
or overused loo")
my my that to me is simply fabulous real art.... a real 'installation', that one day soon i shall be rolling out...
except i really only wish things to seem
graceful or at least pitiful in respect of the hasbeen
And that takes time... and thats what walkin's foor
waiting for the knock upon the door
of perceptin' what may in time ...
work. On the other hand so many have 'bought in' to what is treble the market rate
merely cos their neighbours bbq's they hate
And 'patrons' get to go to his, annual or i bet it's bi at least...
lonely lil' ... cliquey soiree... " look at me, I'm one too, a Kurtenie... just like you"
price tag of the ticket, hilarious.... but it's not funny
Never mind all that public money.
But it all does make Tones look like a voodoo newborn, all fingers and no thumbs, or any kind of schematic plan....
right, 'IT' is back only forever full steam ahead.
And agent z had also the info on her bloody related Rat... of course just a dream, but long long in the oven.
Let it Be, if for the sky faeries...as long as not one bit of rat virus, slight return, ever can in any way, even slightly even sour you...
edit: Totnes a mere raggedy, shabily made polyester rag voodoo baby doll...compared to his supposedly hidden, unknown, grown up version...
ten times more a dangerous perversion
of actually carin' bout a river stream or, facts of the environment, or any of that voodoo 'ism'
soon
