ART
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The kids in the silver city like art. they like to look at it, listen to it, break it and make it. here on this part of our website. you can look at it on your internet viewer. feel free to save and repost or do whatever you want with these things, just please don't sell them, we do sell our originals and prints of things.
HERE ARE LINKS TO SOME OF OUR ART
his version of disaster inside of a stolen iron mask, yesterday is a pile of half trapped kind words. More fire loved your influenced case of daggers. No more am I a killer in a wrapped cloth symbolizing a sinister wheel in a cave where a meditater ponders and creeps through the minds of those in the valley. Sauces and brown seared or greens in a sauce. Each and each parent and child, along with their canvas ideals on a vast dust wind red and hot. Delay yourself running to goals as a child you discovered and things rested and rusted timed to perfection. Put a pile on each point in your room where the energy is resonating from below. A pile of stones of shoes and old cassette tapes. If each time you pass a pile you say a prayer, than the vanity with which you chose your desires shall melt into a taste that you can savor. Put a pile on each point in your body that holds hatred and fear. You can pile knives or drawings or honey or small hooks. If each time you pass a pile you say a prayer, than the anxiousness which is your entire being should be taken over by a calm mortality. Man can only view its self, and not be its self. Even if a male is an incomplete female, it is unfair to attribute any positive element of a man’s nature to his female part, and any negative to his anger at not being a female. It is not that one of us is an incomplete version of the other, it is that we are more similar than we may think, that what makes each gender is part of the other as well. It is not your job to please those around you, but to be around those who are pleased by you being yourself. The fetish of waste is manifestation of an obsession with death. The creation of an end through sex. A man who hates existence and is in love with decay and the obliteration of himself will be turned on by waste. The vision of a woman’s anus expanding around the girth of a log of defecati |