All you ​Infantilised Nihilists...

Abjected ones
​
The ones that don't RESPAWN

Know thy Identity for seeing the other’s vanishing
Parade your Corny solipsism like the world cares for your rotten teeth
Merge into the DEATH-FEASTING entertainment

Can we still dream a future RESOURCEFULNESS, or we are transcending into an ideal of an industrialised Future?
It is there, NOT YET, But in front of us.

Get your newly constructed identities.
Daughters slay your fathers for the 'likes'
Recreate them and rebuilt the Promethean desensitized.
The Status Quo of the 21st.

We create a realistic, abject notion of a new epitaph.
The Trauma is the new pleasure
Penetrating
Feeding
Purging fallen arcadias

Art is entertainment//Art is the botched human parts//Art is a collective unconscious of trauma.
Cheap symbols, man-made, no more industry, labour, pain, repetition, anxiety, patriarchy.

We run out of teeth; we print it, cheaply reproduce it.
Body is a social statement-a totem of defiance

Getting shot gracefully still hurts
Would you appropriate your funeral to feel good for what’s coming?
How can we be rational in an age of mass-produced slaughter?

Thought and art together found themselves in this haunted landscape.

▌│█║▌║▌║ “WE ARE LIVING THE ART OF A REVOLUTIONARY PERIOD.” ║▌║▌║█│▌
▌│█║▌║▌║ “WE LIVE IN THE FANTASTIC RUINS OF A FALLEN EMPIRE.” ║▌║▌║█│▌

                                                                      Arts  are developing their strategies                                                                            
Strategies for self-recovery in a newly constituted world
Fiction allows us to slide into other heads,
To go to other places,
 Look out through other eyes.
So we can stop before we die,

We can RESPAWN

I create because I want
I create because I should

No translation
No Filter
My expression
My art