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chaos alone is less constructive than that which fluctuates within the parameters of the norm---like a bomb ticking, like a blade sharpening, like a rebel waiting in the jungle---knowing the lines within which one colors, so that the lines can be broken--- create & destroy, destroy to create, breaking down all that was---smashing all things retro but never claiming pure originality for anything---knowing all is a pastiche, knowing that we all consciously/unconsciously have been sampling & repeating, memorizing & dwelling in the beauty of the cultures around us, which bring us a reason to keep on pushing the rock up the hill, eroding eroding eroding the hill itself, for the biggest parameter of all is that obstacle smack dab in front of oneself & it needs to be obliterated.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2012

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