Lily Donaldson Vision

A golden mannequin and a rich son of tewesday lunch in downtown plastic papers, eastern village of the poets, drinking up the streets from the slash and burn cultures, ending a dream and a fantasy at the same time by over doing it, but who carez? the gem by her side, a little smoke and cars that gleam on her jeans, she a voice to those, them in their clubs and fires from nights that hide the stars...message to self, move over, move on and get some, get it now while it lasts, the anarchy looms on the horizon of american devils, saliva on their sleeves, money on their backs, broken ribs from the garden and a sweltering heat that bears visions from her eyes...

Pop designers and the masturbation of TVMind Culture

I see too many people who are "trying" to be designers.  Not that they are not inherently talented, but it's more that they are trying to fit their talent into a mode that does not truly belong to them...or does it?  It's the same old story, true individuals don't care if they are wearing the "right" clothes...they just go in style.  Look at HGTV's Design Star or Bravo's Work of Art shows...and you'll get my point.  Doesn't it seem that our culture is just being lowered to the recesses of a high school mentality through one way ticket Reality TV?  Everyone needs to fit in so that they can make the fake money that hides whats real in our lives from our psyches, the part of self we bury deep in plastic credit cards.

Doubt me?  It will happen that the truth will prevail...no more lies and no more fail.  It's time again, to rise and then, overpower greed, for the heart will not bleed (anymore).

The Masonic El Eye

Force your brother to the X Roads, cause him to self-immolation for your own magical benefit....Shameloh On You.

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