Wednesday

Subliminal Death Priming

Talk about Cognitive Dissonance (™ The Elliot Aronson Company). Remember this:
We are all going to die. Ha-ha! Think about that, suckers!
[Oh, and speaking of suckers, NBA fans are huge suckers for not making the Spurs the subject of our sporting hero worship. Tim Duncan and the San Antonio PopoDuncan Spurs are totally waltzing through the Finals. They waltzed through the entire playoffs. They slept through the season. Boring? Hardly. As I say every time Duncan gets the ball, “Look out, suckas!” Modern, competitive sports are very clean and precise. New England Patriots? Clean. Spurs? Disciplined. Suckers. Speaking of death, the Cavaliers season, hello summer vacation.]

Anyway, we’re all going to die. We all know that. Most people live in absolute fear or denial of death. Death denial is the one characteristic that is shared universally. We do everything we can, in general, to avoid dying and to live forever. Why do I mention this? So you can all live. So you can remind others to live. So you help can make it more pleasant for everyone. Anyway….

Please! If I’m a drooling, demented heap that you have to put in a cardigan and sit upright in his wheelchair and make wear a fucking bib so you can feed me? Do me a solid and kill me there. Overdose me on something. If I don’t know who you are or who I am? Push my chair onto I-10 so I can fend for myself. If I’m getting grifted by mopes in pick-up trucks selling roof repair, or if I somehow justify eating cat food, or can’t do art because I can’t think art? Pull. That. Plug.

In the meanwhile, to answer the “why all the art?” question, I’m going to keep making as much shit as I can until I can’t. This is just how my life works; a huge and ongoing project and it’s what I’m going to do. It makes me very happy and it’s what I believe makes my ordinary, mortal life live on to a degree greater than what it naturally would.

Why all the art? I’m just carving my name on a tree. I’m like Kilroy and I was here.

So, I say enjoy living in this physical world. Because this is it. If you feel you have to somehow live on, make something and share it. Hide some gifts for the future.