I broadcast myself too far this faux morn, but they could never understand anyway... when they peel all the layers away, they will find a beating heart broadcasting a delicate dream involving everyone, holding them in the highest esteem and imagining a dream where all the waves crash together in harmony, held out as the dream of dreams came closer and crashed like pacific waves upon the shore, glancing westward and dreaming of sunsets yet to come...
They made a car, comprised of all the discarded post-its from Roth Hill. As we start our rotation towards a conscioussness formed through further filtering of ideas via media based knowledge, I fear we are headed towards a singularity. Old is new, fashion recycles and grainy film scratched with hierogyphics, still hooked on that blow. Put on the mask, time to party. Skinny chickens equal lean meat, no good for porridge. But that'll do pig. That'll do...
I am loving how new videos are looking "old." They have the nostalgia quotient I require, while remaining fresh. Like instead of having the gazelle running around in old style film they rip the film apart like paper. Entertaining. Attention craving. The creative ways in which people on our planet turn abstraction into realism never ceases to amaze me. Boom.
They made a car, comprised of all the discarded post-its from Roth Hill.
ReplyDeleteAs we start our rotation towards a conscioussness formed through further filtering of ideas via media based knowledge, I fear we are headed towards a singularity. Old is new, fashion recycles and grainy film scratched with hierogyphics, still hooked on that blow. Put on the mask, time to party. Skinny chickens equal lean meat, no good for porridge. But that'll do pig. That'll do...
I am loving how new videos are looking "old." They have the nostalgia quotient I require, while remaining fresh. Like instead of having the gazelle running around in old style film they rip the film apart like paper. Entertaining. Attention craving. The creative ways in which people on our planet turn abstraction into realism never ceases to amaze me. Boom.