Sayings

Will they? If not, just go get fucked up ... er yeh ... and work on what went wrong.
How do you know? Will they? If not, just go get fucked up, which works if getting fucked up is also your dream.

People like saying, saying through scribbling and pasting up thoughts, I’ve noticed in New York peeps particularly like doing this saying on city and council property (rebel ballers these Yanks, land of the free etc.).  The ones I choose to capture are often just a short phrase, or even one word – relayed and positioned with intention, to show and not tell.   A city of millions is also a massive pool of spontaneous brain transmissions and leakage branded throughout the city as everyone splits and rushes through the streets, tunnels and gutters.  In one day I see so many sayings, an American friend asked me which ones I relate to and agree with the most – the ‘positive’ or ‘negative’, the ‘cynical’ or ‘uplifting’.  I relate to being a real person so I also relate to the question itself being bullshit (sorry, but not sorry American friend).  Do these ideas really have a set philosophical temperature?  Are these notions rival separates – what, we pick a side and stick with it all gangland ride or die style till judgement day?

Consistency for mass produced goods is commerce, a person claiming it as their adopted state of mind is a liar.

I’ve both forgiven and revenge culled the shit out of those who’ve done me wrong.

I’ve both sidelined doubt and pride to fight on while other times I’ve folded and gotten shit faced when the odds were stacked up heavily against all my highest bets.

And I’ve craved and basked in the comfort of work security and then thought of fucking off doing the running man out the office door to be a pygmy nomad selling sexy dance to get by (‘eh, yoo wan sum boi?’).  I never understood fully ascribing to militantly being an ‘optimist’ or ‘pessimist’, as a real person, is that possible?  Just be honest.  High, low, dark or light, joy, despair, loving life or willing death – perspectives and actions can dip along with the stages of life, when it’s hailing down shit pellets or when every egg is landing sunny side up – it’s all about the wisdom/vulnerability/resilience ratio at any time.

And remember for some, it can dip not because of where they’re at but because of what they have, so let them ride through that shit-storm even when all you see, no matter how hard you look, is all their eggs sunny side up.

Or don't ... and practice friendship with your friends.
Or don’t … and practice friendship with your friends.
Because you're still friends with your enemies. Fucking idiot.
Because you’re still friends with your enemies. Fucking idiot.
Though first learn how to shit money instead of shit.
Though first learn how to shit out money instead of shit.
... we all do even when we know it's wrong.
We all do even when we know it’s wrong.
... it's the place that's peaceful, cunt-less & easy. It may not be where you usually live.
It’s the place that’s peaceful, cunt-less & easy. It may not be where you usually live.



East Village – Enticing

As in I noticed the streets in this area are enticing you to become a drunk muthapickled drooling mummy with its endless rows of boards advertising Happy Hour … an hour so ‘happy happy good fanks’ it goes on for eight hours.  If you have a hernia or just can’t afford to pay anyone to create you a new identity to escape your partner and kids etc., you can probably drink enough around a few blocks in this area on the cheap to dissolve your entire stomach, making you so wasted you’ll wake up looking like a lopsided mutant and have to go into hiding.

Not like Bakers Delight.
Not like Bakers Delight.
This is an honest 8 hour work day.
This is an honest 8 hour work day.
Evelyn will be the judge of that player ...
Evelyn will be the judge of that player …
I got your backs hooligans.
I got your backs hooligans.
The best way to both give it and take it.
The best way to both give it and take it.

Subway – Noticing

Cells

Someone’s always letting loose in the New York subway with that black marker.  I’m not fully sure what ‘Your cells contain the universe’ means.  Maybe it’s a statement about energy or that we’re all each within ourselves – enough, that all things as matter are inextricably linked and feed into each other in harmonious synthesis etc.  I dunno son as these types of concepts don’t resonate with me.  My observation is an overwhelming sense that many people feel that they’re far off from being enough, which is why they self-sabotage, regret, and/or just act like cunts.

When you read snap shot somethings, it usually only resonates if you agree and you’re able to actualise the sentiment from how you see others – confirmation bias rules it all fuckers.  For myself, this subway message conveys a sense and state of peace that the Z-grade wiring and chemical orgy in my brain simply won’t allow.  I think I get what it means but I don’t buy it.  However, there was one sole person in my life that I sent this picture to directly because I knew she would get it and possibly does believe it.  She has a sense of wonder and belief in the good graces of the universe that I have a misalignment with (I know, I know, how could you ever tell).  But my disbelief doesn’t make noticing the words, taking the picture, and the act of sharing it any less sincere by me.  And neither does my disbelief render the expression of the one who held the black marker any less true.  The worth of things noticed, captured and shared doesn’t all start and end with me (or you) and thank fuck for that.

When it happened

The day of a Supreme Court ruling in a Supreme City.
The day of a Supreme Court ruling in a Supreme City.

It was awhile ago but when it happened I was here …

And I’m still here (I’m everywhere – in the USA, in Australia, in your worst nightmares if you shit me) … here for whatever happens next … in the meanwhile here’s more of the Cheetos … and the Cheetos hat, plus some other pics:

Cheetos Hat - Someone quickly show me how to set up Instagram for that InstaFame ...
Cheetos Hat – Someone quickly show me how to set up Instagram for that InstaFame …
Rest my lover ... for I have plans for you ...
Rest my lover … for I have plans for you …
Bar at Aloft hotel in Harlem, they do me right ...
Bar at Aloft hotel in Harlem, they do me right …
Then had to try this one ...
So Right …
And one more ...
So So Right …
Some bar in Brooklyn - you get a jar of plastic animals for play while you drink.
Some bar in Brooklyn – you get a jar of plastic animals for play while you drink.
Castle in Central Park - for the Empress of Cheetos mountain.
Castle in Central Park – for the Empress of Cheetos mountain.
This version will burn your ass into ash .. so worth it - do try it.
This version will burn your ass into ash … so worth it – do try it.

 

Central park - So pretty.
Central Park – So Pretty.
Central Park - So So Pretty.
Central Park – So So Pretty.

Found in Times Square – Not So Pretty.