Hysterical Young person, awake screaming

What does
New Zealand
own?

New Zealanders
The Government of the
people. We own nothing,
SO Does NZ really
exist, what exists?

We ARE bled by the
Rich who own us,
Our values mean brief
stumbling blocks in the extraction
of wealth. The end.

If you are not political
what force is stopping you

from knowing how to avoid being
a slave... oh, yes that force.

There's no fight
no left or right reasoning
over the fate of our
country - It's been sold.

Hello New zZealander,
slave of the New world order,
you seem so happy about it.

when did you become
So Gullible
so e-fable

wait till the Tea baggers
get here,

Criminals kept in prison
instead of rehabilitated
are perfect cash cows,

You create discriminatory laws that
protect the rich and punish the poor,
taxing this illusion of the petty criminal
creates a huge cash cow

New Zealand, corporate battery farm
100% polluted. Drained of wealth
Talent
energy.

New Zealand, Prisionvile

Colony to the worlds elite.

Keith Boadwee

Fredrick Douglas Amendment proposal to the Lincoln Memorial.

Chris Hedges

The Barnes Institute

The Barnes Foundation

The man and a woman,
had fun with some of the
Best paintings of the time,
Seurats bathers above Cezanne’s
Card Players 1868 – more gentle
and full of life than Anything I’ve
seen for the weeks of looking at Art
in America. But it’s the pieces
of metal work the hinge pieces
ornate functional often in duplicate
so displayed reinforcing the symmetrical
gallery hangings – where one
side hangs a Renoir
the other would take a Cezanne
“Art is a fragment of life presented
to us enriched in feeling by means
of the creative spirit of the Artists.
We do not teach how to paint, for
that would be like teaching an injured
person to scream, we teach them
how to see; that is to
perceive the meanings in the events
of everyday life, painting, sculpture etc…
Radio Address 1942 Albert Barnes.

Poised porn, girl putting
on stocking her pubes I can
see, nipples swollen breasts
against the creators of civilization
Abstract spiritual forms wrought in
the cross and steal work, or
a de Chiraco unraveling
in one room van gough, cezzanne
Renoir clutching her breasts, Cezanne
Monet, Gaugin and these are
not the dregs brought up at
the end of flight, but the

works snatched from flight,
Renoir naked Ladies are so
erotic so alive with transgression
that I’m turned on, looking
at Art of the highest human
aspiration turned on. All
emotions scattered, plucked like
strings by the piece, the
painting, the object. Matise,
Goya, most rooms small, all
small, liveable spaces, Soutine – flayed
meat, Seurat, Renoir Youth Youth!!Youth!

Religious paints gold leaf, Gothic ornate
combined with Ming China painting, cloth,
a stone Egyptian bust 500B.C, small ornate
oriental eyes wide nose black stone
Beautiful, China men playing with
a model landscape, French painting of
a man grabbing a woman, then a
Egyptian stone tablet of the same
thing – cock out, tis nice to
juxtapose oranges with crucifixions,
I stand Arms folded and
pan the larger Room in a corner
Cezanne, A young man stands Arms
folded. Cruci-nonfictions.

each room the same
perfectly balanced contents,
But juxtaposition is not everything
there are exchanges of ideas here too
ideas build upon the unavoidable
presence of an idea, The
masses have Armed old over
weight with head phones guided
gelatin, and I’ve gone frenzy
with a new pencil,
How can you feel this much
surly some rooms must be
locked, opened only on the days

your intake is shared with someone
who’s paying attention to the
pieces of life you are absorbing
Little girl with Rope, Renoir,
Clothed, Are you looking at me,
You are beautiful, she stands on the
rope with her shoe, I have a
Small lead on the directed, I’ve
jumped against the order into
quiet rooms, just me and the few
other loose units, plate of grapes!
funeral food. peaches like to be
poked with brush strokes of
complimentary colour, their naughty
furriness also in the soft brush
of states of ripeness, flavor just
beneath the skin, woman Are
the most desired and their thingness
threatens the painter as he
scribes their living souls into pallor
of innumerable means, she’s a conduit
of his desire for life, he is
She! It is her naked flesh that
is her’s erotic beautiful dangerous!
nipple in the eye, see barnes
hinges swing gentle, I rip off

The golden frames and have
pieces of eye candy for breakfast,
rolling in money on a hotel bed,
directions and possibilities presented in
an orgy of simply power, How
Apt to stumble over a Masons,
Symbol, above the most sick of
portraits – smoking women green face
Picasso, she wants me dead,
who is she, Soutine fat
head man with hat, first there
is the picture of the thing – boy in
costume, gearing up for the play

Then there is a sudden
explosion of Design full logos
of invention, fixing newness
in form complete inside frame
there’s no space it’s all form
and the completeness completes a
psychological reading, watch your
eyes pixilate, move from
painting to object to door frame
to parquet floor, to curtain
to glass lights window, to the
flesh of the old woman, old
mans moustache, smell of rank

perfume, Alcohol smelling salts under the nose
of the dead, I’m an exploded
volcano, overloaded, plates
shook – emotion, desperate for
the flesh I see and can’t
get to, I need to run down
a corridor now through the
mottled light of frames and
windows, through doors and into
a clean white bed, up
high, trees with a breeze
I’ll work the sweat of my
Young love, this paint

In side my eyeballs,
screaming to be let out,
Oh Domestic Scene, Rousseau
lady I’ll find you,
symmetry of desire, the painter
and look looker, displayed in
equal. To look an let
thought feel, what and is,
then you Are there, object
punctuation, locked trunks,
Christtin Nameierin 1784, painted

Then you go up the little
narrow stairs and be smashed
into matise opening up a
gear, Garden of paradise, (Joy of life)
Lucid psychadelic colours of
naked bliss forms, asses,
limbs, breasts committed to
playing pipes And kissing
swinging on each others muscles
pulling in circles a dance
that trees leaves plucked
and fall, grass

lends its head to hear,
animals, Goats I need a kiss!
Horizon shore line of trees
where under and between space
radiate with filled light!
lay in the meadows gap
between, a patch where picky
detail exalts perfection,
Sing compose, thoughts compose
Body compose, move
Composed.

It’s a cross section of an
exact time, preserved in its
Juices, luminous, still able to
be extracted, suck the eyeballs,
9 or so Artists, repeated over
again, the Best really the very
Best no weak spots of
Course it’s all worth a Billion,
this or that little spec could feed
me and my descendents for their entire
lives, Why do I walk like I could
have done all of it, the African stools,

the Jesus naked ladies, Barn
door hinges chairs trunks, oil painting
the combined effect I’ve been there,
packed it up, now a guard
hovers in front of me, uniform
we have to there’s too many of me’s,
Daily life has lost, we Are lost,
we have lost this daily life, no, today
The old come to see what they got wrong
and the young see what their doing
right, They're going to simulate the
Barnes experience, blackens love
will be stretched, it may crack,

but it may not, what you wouldn’t I
suspect get, is the path that
was tred by the man who put this
all together, making it Art ever more,
rather than Art remember that.

of the 5 carrying

of the 5 carrying
Army Strong brand back packs,
Cheep made in china looking,
2 were trying hard to
grow beards,
Have you seen an 18
Year old lately – Go see
one now look at them
in the eye and then
imagine the x thousand
Heavily Armed, walking
Around a city that
Wants to kill and eat their
bones… . What condition does
a black man let alone
a short white man have
to join the army you could
see their eyes gleaming
for the sausage skin easing
over their heads.

The two with beards
were small
particularly delicate with
gentle soft movements, a
3rd was a white grunt
with a shaved head and
a misshapened skull,
you could feel his contempt
for society and his trapped
placement beneath it, a 4th
I cant remember but the
5th, white clean, severe eyebrows
lips like the puckered
lips of a cherubs
Arse hole, eyes watery
Black and empty, startled
By everything and wishing if
they could just unleash a
few rounds Around them
some of this clutter
could be cleaned up.
Made better.

The little Deer men,
with beards one black,
one white, move closer
to the puckered one,
receiving assurances, the way
sheep are moved by a
dogs presence, I’d like
to discribe this some other way,
I distinctly recall the grunt say
As he stood up, seat zone called,
“ I guess it’ too late now.”

McCartney’s
Live &
Let Die
Destroys all
The values
That Lennon
Aspired to inspire
In say Dear Prudence.

Playing
Sgt Pepper
To kindergarden
Children
In Taiwan 2010
Ko ko ka choo

Some parents
Can’t control
Their kids,
They are
Amazing no
School can
Contain them
Control- these
Kids Roam free,
Kills tests…

They want to
Be first in line,
But the rebels the
Girls Bad Arses, not
For attention but just for
The Drama the shared
Skin slivers off the Block
Of Authoritarian state reality,
A made up play where
Power of everyone is handed
Over to the ‘others story’…

I feed on
Your ethical
Dilemmas, to
Feel full of the
Dialogue of
Passing linear time,

Grand Actor,
Does not
Do school
Work, it’s easy
It’s boring
And he’d mess
It up on purpose,
A dilemma for parents, the
Mess is understood,
As actual Rebellion

Cultivate the Gay
Child in your
Class, They
Can be beetles,
2 hours later
then can be Reindeers,
He was a Rhinoceros Beetle,
Not a Deer.

Ryan is
A cock
Roach
Dressed as
one,

for
me I just
don’t care
at all,
you get to Lou Reed
After Elton John

Crush skull
The numb skull
Thin skull

I had me
A vision of
Similar spheres
of letting go,
It’s every television
Show you’ve ever
Known, and you get to the
end and you realize, they
don’t know shit.
I have
A world
A crazy place
One place is not enough,

Admonish
your enemies
that’s love

She's gonna

She’s gonna
CRACK
When she
Hear that
Crack.

Track 6
Pogus Production: White Fungus
Compilation

No Such thing as a
Ex Catholic-
So you
still practice
But now in HATE
MAFISOSO vs CATHOLICISM

Awob
nor a
fungus
Is
Hierarchical.
So start
Belonging-
how off te empire.

wing
hands
in head
over face
over eyes,
cradled by
soft flight
love.

Drella – a
Head shield,
fashion shoot,
Gullotine
scene, each
model looses
Her Head,
Madison Avenue, the
Daughters grow up.

I swear it’s the
only Reason we
have hair – AS
A Hand TOWEL

Brutally Fluiid
my BAND

panasonic
French – fuckers

ORIGINAL - TAO

It’s not knowing
the details but
the measure of the
Beat that makes
you cool, and
recognizable as the
Elite,

By not hearing
correctly, you
for the 1st & only
time invent something,

I haven’t
had a single
routine, fo
Brushing my
Teeth and
making love,
for the Last
5 years,


To take out
a screw you

Have to drill down
In to it,

Conceptual installation
in relation
to emotional
Terrorism.

Constant renegotiations
of conquested territory,
Boundaries, pushed
Perpetuate the
interpretation projection
of participation
and Language that
uses significant markers,
Re

We can’t make
Art we can
only find it.
It’s what you
recognize existing
Digging Deep to
pull out the Root
of Consciousness,

fuck carving

Fuck carving
little pieces of
Lego out of wood,
PLASTIC
I LOVE IT!
True stories.

The Structure of your letters
the way you write are the
Structures of your Architecture,
they stand AS you stand, large
or tall, small or tiny, smooth or
HARD, so you can read the psychology
of a moments shelter in the translation
of A LETTERS ARCHITECTURE.

I DON’T
MAKE AY MONEY
FROM MY ART
AND I REFUSE
TO BELIEVE
THAT IT IS BECAUSE
I DON’T SPEND ANY
MONEY ON THEM,
(Though time is money
I own. stolen
mine)

There’s no
Grand King of the
BAD GUYS, That’s where
Conspiracy THEORISTS FALL APART

IT’S WAR!
ALL OUT INDIVIDUAL
AGAINST INDIVIDUALS
THROUGH GROUPINGS
WE ENFORCE OUR
BELIEFS, –EMPIRE OF IDEAS THAT COLONIZE THOUGHT. IT’S
WAR, EVERYONE
IS AT WAR
BUT WE SHOULD NOT
KILL, TRY
WRITING

You have to have the
Best NEWS, the most
Accurate about a wide
range of topics in detail
that’s just given, for our
Benefit, Best NEWS IS A
WARNING BELL OF THE SHIFT
WHEN THE AUTHORITIES BEEF
UP FOR A STRIKE AGAINST
THE SOCIAL SKIN TO TOUCH
THE RADICALS, ON THE OTHER SIDE, WE’LL BE
Ready we’ve got a
few sources of information
and our escape plan,
is Genius

I’m a free
man but I find myself
doing lines,
Punished they’d make me write,
Boring stuff at first, by Rote
then later when they stopped
caring – anything we liked, my
punishment was to be a writer,
(my own script – Grand Actor

The Secret is
you can not create
with out Empire
so take just a
little in your colonizing
in your selling of an
idea, bought yes but
for not too much so
we can accept easily
with the price.

choking on the ashes of our enemy

i don't want to survive

let me know if you must
when my time is up
tell me in minute detail
the folly and error of my ways

and I will go