yet i'm still in some way deep down in the outer ends of my mind , somewhat grateful to be alive. schizoid personality disorder DJ sets and contemporary arts, modern architecture , a meaningless system in place delaying inevitability before endless cycle repeats its cycling self in callousness of the humanity that survives through and through what they know will expire - between it all - I Am . for some reason or none , it is no difference to me . why do we all need to be here for a reAson? some people are forgotten at their time of death - others while they still live . why's it so important to 'be known' or to 'be remembered ' or to delay this inevitiaBility aforementioned ? they speak about multiple deaths ... they speak about the last time your name was spoken... it's not like your name wasn't spoken before, as it was never yours...just the first man to have it owns it truly,but can anyone remember his face ()or() have record of it? some people just like to watch the World . don' t let anyone take that from you. this world is far too small - this species , far too irrelevant, to warrant anything but what your own conscious will desires as important....value the right things,things that make you less animal. who's to say what the 'right-things' are ? by all that exists,if you want to climb everest,if you want to play computer games all day,if you want to insult and hurt people,if you want to make art for the World to understand you...if you want to sleep forever and not wake up... by all that exists....let it be physical and manifest so even I , a person who doesn' t justly believe in the value of life and living -sees why a lot of people do . i find things more difficult to understand empathetically than others,but this hasn't impeded me from even trying to attempt or in some way appreciate it. sometimes it'll be nice and cool outside and the breeze sifts through the trees and for a moment i could perhaps see why people love this world . i don' t know if i could - or whant to love it...but i think i get why. there's a lot of 'beauty-'...a lot of creative people....everything's the same all the time,yes....but we get to breathe..get to be comfortable in this routine mundanity,and maybe not pretend it's the worst thing that's happened to a person... maybe there' s a reason for both of us. maybe there isn 't . but does it really in any way possible make any sort of difference - to deter you from the fact your alive, and your instincts are telling you to stay that way , for something inexplicable,as if you have something to offer and benefit your species with ? white, null , void. morningtime. a life of normalcy. i remember some days when i'd breathe it - or stare into its light that shone through the blinds on the window .

know that film koyaanqatsi. ? it's dated . we need a new one. im not a " film - bro " but i definitely p lan to make something like it. in the future... we'll have flying saucers. chris benker get thats one! i wonder what he's doing. movies are fun . when they're for art - when they're short - and not produced by butchers and grifters for sole sake of repetitive financial gain , or perhaps the bodies of young girls they hire the services of... people like that..rich...in houses which floors made marble and walls white,everything white and sterile and without any stink or dust.view outside through the windows like SSSSSSSSSSSniperwolF's ugly (boneyard)hell,of smog, grand theft autos, and utterly disgusting view of the stupid californian sprawl that is Los Angeles-city of the godless-where even the presence of god would be preferred than to exist in a city where the existence of him is not even known about like a backwards devolved civilization. peoples whos careers are entertainment instead of worshipping art,they worship materialism, fraternization with the abhorrent(example: San Diego, San Francisco). how could you like an a 2 4 film and praise it as some. indie arthouse studio when it is obviously affront. open secret - it is mass produced and standardized. just like eveything since the early 20th century. so riddle me this batman,would you make a film and sell it to some 800,oooth scammer from some strip mall office in holly wood he uses to launder money,or maybe you pick up a camera and post it to youtube?experimenting like Dogma 95, picking up a camera and recodding things and put it together for 30 minutes?something message. something with one. just something interesting. i think americans are just beging for something interesting-that has some sort of meaning to it instead of superhero movie 9000. dont you see it? the stupid people you call stupid crave intelligence . theyre ironic. they're disattached.they cant bother to care about something that doesnt care about itself in the first place.

only one of those men great men greT living legends among us who repurpose the modern culture—culture so alien and contemporaryit cannot be understated the meaning of it,to be born into a world of the future:that future of algorithmic consumption regulated by artificial intelligence thought patterns and training exercises,cctv and surveillance world order.overpopulation and health crisis,food crisis, mass hunger,all is artificial and manufactured.nothing is real—deny everything you see but what you want to accept.the internet is your trustworthy,beautiful,endless thrift shop bin of useless tidbits of information about old wars, military surplus south african firearms, american-perspective views of historical events like the mexican-american war, and classic reddit leftist ragebait comments,those who see a talk show hostget sacked from their unfunny propagandotvshowtornado and declare that democracy has died.you're nothing to these people,and the cyberwarfare by the russians isnt helping your situation. i hate evry one of you, i hate you and i hate anyone who believes in human politicics and that isnt a strong believer in poliitcal neutrality. nothing will work but what we live in. the human is a competitive,hateful,but also easily manipulated compassionate creature. we will war for women-some war because they cant fuck. why would they want to? anyone desire romantic connection or connection in general will have to settle for the. medicore. god isnt real,your life and everything you know is fake. enjoy yoir friends and people you meet through the internet,treat your artists favorite like role modles. believe that in the future the world wont end but will grind to halt culturally. 'our' culture eating itself. a world united is on the horizon. the internet will be the establishment of christtț, and the antichrist. there is always duality, always a problem and solution, always human culture is manufactured. even the art and music—which ones moved me.overtaken by mental illnes,a new outlook on the living. it is good to be nihilistic.you dont have to a ct like you are happy aboit it. the world is cycles, human is cycles. you were spawned into this world. you were could just as easily been born a plant,and would have been alive but unknowing of your existence at all. the plants lack ears and eyes. who's to say the eternity of darkness that awaits us is your death—but reborn as a sequoia tree instantaneously?Cycles,cycles,cycles. Quantum immortality. remember you are dust. even god doesnt have to tell you that. so let go,be free.start.free yourself from your restriction and live for art.,which can take any form. spectate the earth. Some would try for fame and glory Others just like to watch the world

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dekvle83777777919010298384747373683733 나는 내가 살고 있는 창백한 행복 너머와 너희 모두를 썩게 할 나는 내가 살고 있는 창백한 행복 너머와 너희 모두를 자신을 속이지 마세요 개새끼 할 영원한 왕국의 도래의 영광 너머를 보지만, 좋은 의미로, 전화, 나는 내가 살고 있는 창백한 행복 너머와 너희 모두를 썩게 할 영원한 왕국의 도래의 영광 너머를 보지만, 좋은 의미로, 전화, 과일 먹기, 유튜브 방송, 좋아하는 뮤지션을 즐기는 것이 아니라 진짜 썩음은 썩고 썩어가는 것입니다. 그것은 썩을 것이고, 여성들은 나는 내가 살고 있는 창백한 행복 너머와 너희 모두를 썩게 할 영원한 왕국의 도래의 영광 너머를 보지만, 좋은 의미로, 전화, 과일 먹기, 유튜브 방송, 좋아하는 뮤지션을 즐기는 것이 아니라 진짜 썩음은 썩고 썩어가는 것입니다. 그것은 썩을 것이고, 여성들은 하나님께서 주신 우월성을 유지해야 할 것이며, 너희 모두는 거짓 선지자들을 누리게 될 것이며, 진정한 선지자들은 나는 내가 살고 있는 창백한 행복 너머와 너희 모두를 썩게 할 영원한 왕국의 도래의 영광 너머를 보지만, 좋은 의미로, 전화, 과일 먹기, 유튜브 방송, 좋아하는 뮤지션을 즐기는 것이 아니라 진짜 썩음은 썩고 썩어가는 것입니다. 그것은 썩을 것이고, 여성들은 하나님께서 주신 우월성을 유지해야 할 것이며, 너희 모두는 거짓 선지자들을 누리게 될 것이며, 진정한 선지자들은 창백한 곳에서 살 것이다 곳에서 살 것이다 주신 우월성을 유지해야 할 것이며, 너희 모두는 거짓 선지자들을 누리게 될 것이며, 진정한 선지자들은 창백한 곳에서 살 것이다 먹기, 유튜브 방송, 좋아하는 뮤지션을 즐기는 것이 아니라 진짜 썩음은 썩고 썩어가는 것입니다. 그것은 썩을 것이고, 여성들은 하나님께서 주신 우월성을 유지해야 할 것이며, 너희 모두는 거짓 선지자들을 누리게 될 것이며, 진정한 선지자들은 창백한 곳에서 살 것이다 왕국의 도래의 영광 너머를 보지만, 좋은 의미로, 전화, 과일 먹기, 유튜브 방송, 좋아하는 뮤지션을 즐기는 나는 내가 살고 있는 창백한 행복 너머와 너희 모두를 썩게 할 영원한 왕국의 도래의 영광 자신을 속이지 마세요 개새끼 보지만, 좋은 의미로, 전화, 과일 먹기, 유튜브 방송, 좋아하는 뮤지션을 즐기는 것이 아니라 진짜 썩음은 썩고 썩어가는 것입니다. 그것은 자신을 속이지 마세요 개새끼 것이고, 여성들은 하나님께서 주신 우월성을 유지해야 할 것이며, 너희 모두는 거짓 선지자들을 누리게 될 것이며, 진정한 선지자들은 창백한 곳에서 살 것이다 나는 내가 살고 있는 창백한 행복 너머와 너희 모두를 썩게 할 영원한 왕국의 도래의 영광 너머를 보지만, 좋은 의미로, 전화, 과일 먹기, 유튜브 방송, 좋아하는 뮤지션을 즐기는 것이 아니라 진짜 썩음은 썩고 썩어가는 것입니다. 그것은 썩을 것이고, 여성들은 하나님께서 주신 우월성을 유지해야 할 것이며, 너희 모두는 거짓 선지자들을 누리게 될 것이며, 진정한 선지자들은 창백한 곳에서 살 것이다 진짜 썩음은 썩고 썩어가는 것입니다. 그것은 썩을 것이고, 여성들은 하나님께서 주신 우월성을 유지해야 할 것이며, 너희 모두는 거짓 선지자들을 누리게 될 것이며, 진정한 선지자들은 창백한 곳에서 살 것이다

bliss so far beyond the great hidden sea of the covert pale over yonder that great sea of grey and the smog and the hats thrown from women on ships buildings painted a tan masked with morning sunlight radiance in the sun photosynthesizing artificial construction materiels in the sun the grass is so green the sky such a light shade of atmospheric, blissful cerulean and yet such red brutality misting over the earth blood of men and children blood from eyes sobbing

Whatever hell is a world without You

Also august 9 is yanqui 1 yeR anniversary 💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💚💚💚💚💚 much love James Ferraro like a best friend of 50 years like an old man friendship where they appreciate the drawbacks and good qualities interchangably in each other if i ever meet that dude or any of my idols know i give you a talk you could never forget i love all of you the same way, anyone who stumble upon and give a thumbs up to my work special thanks to the CRETIN and collaborators and people who bought my bare bone album on black records and thanks to all thats stuck with me and bothered to sub my page 💜💚💜💚💜💚

There will be a long absence. In the future everything is blurry and bloodshot. It's hard to read. It's hard to create

And until I'm better, better, improving. The world spins on an axis. Blue Earth, enraptured, billions of souls. Forever, lost, suspended in spacetime and the vaccum of the endless void. See the human, see another. Like the animals, like the insects, like the bacterium, we frolick the Earth, sometimes hands painted in the blood of our brothers. We dance, we play, we sing, we throw rocks at passerby. We cared not. We never cared. We'll never die, we think. We'll always live. And this may be true, for the first time in human history. You can live to get old. Maybe not, if it all falls down on its knees. Thought pops into your head says, make art about that. How am I supposed to convey gut feelings that aren't words? Formulaic words, in English, latin alphabet, thousands of years of linguistic development in civilisation just to be as embarred from conveyance as the last guy? There were millions of other 'guys.' So called. They called themselves. I do too. So does he. So does she. There's no end to any of it. There will be a next after me. Then after him, too. The cycle continues, so on, so forth. No cycles. No restart. It continues, forever. And maybe when it ends, there, there will be, there will. I can't remember his voice. 아버지, 그의 목소리가 기억나지 않아요. 기억나지 않아요. 얼굴도 모르고, 손의 감촉도 기억나지 않아요. 분명히 인간적인 무언가, 예외적인 무언가, 오직 육체에만 잃어버린 무언가. 쓸쓸했던 시간의 기억. (I can't remember his voice, father. I can't. I don't even know a face. I don't even remember the feeling of a hand. Something distinctly human, exempt, lost only to the flesh. Memory of a time forlorn.) Does this logo describe me as a person? It must, since it was crafted by a hand that I respect as much as my own. Do we exist only in Hell? Is this Hell? Of course. Do you remember a time when there wasn't so much infighting? No. There's less now than there was but that doesn't really change much when you can witness it for free on the internet, true apathetic indifference. And sometimes, it's fun. Sometimes it makes you feel more human. Because our cruelty is so deeply rooted in what makes us Human infact. There is a balance between the unjust cruelty and the indifferent kindness. It levitates. Sometimes there is more than the other and then there is inbalance. Yin, yang, shit, piss. It means nothing. And it will always mean nothing because there will always be another bunch of human beings who forget that it means nothing and start all over again. Endless cycles, 101. 24/7, 365. 가이드도 없고, 튜토리얼도 없고, 설명도 없고, 단계별 설명도 없고, 도움의 손길도 없고, 그냥 힘겹게, 힘겹게, TRUDGING, 힘겹게, TRUDGING, 힘겹게, TRUDGING, 힘겹게, TRUDGING, 힘겹게, TRUDGING, 힘겹게,TRUDGING, 힘겹게, TRUDGING, 계속 힘겹게, TRUDGING ON, 계속 힘겹게, 감정 없이, TRUDGING ON, EMOTIONLESS

This video lead to a revelation in my life due to the fact I'd always thought that something like a minecraft build or something existing in the virtual world mattering like it really did; or treating something that hadn't always been there as if it was since the dawn of humanity. We have lived thousands of years without the need for iPads, Macbooks, and 5G internet, yet now only around a couple decades after the internet has become so ingrained in our lives, it is now treated as if it has been there since our birth. Using this background as an artistic preface is something I didn't think anyone did and until my discovery of this music through the HAV0X video I realized that I was not the only person (i figured i wasn't but i had never actually stumbled upon anyone using and displaying contemporary 21st century acts or feelings that could only exist in this age as a foundation to create art either in a nihilistic sense or a positive one, vice versa) and that there was an entire community of people, in the thousands dedicated to realizing this strange internet age's numerous interesting artistic qualities and applying them to their own work regardless of medium. How can you convey a raw thought of gut feeling that doesn't obey the laws of linguistics? You can't. But through destroying a minecraft server and using a post-vaporwave song titled 'jimmy' with a crude drawing of MrBeast as an album cover, you can. Through the use of sampled music from different times, different feelings in each track, different sounds that punch into your ears, different obscure art pieces by Petrina Hicks to make an album cover, an *actual* art degree and practice making music in FL Studio, you can convey this gut feeling about the world we live in. What's different about this age. We all live through screens. We leave footprints of digital presence in the mudpits of TikToks and YouTube Shorts we scroll past. We comment, like, subscribe. All while existing in the physical that's been there as well for thousands of years. So I say thank you to HAV0X for destroying the minecraft server and using the song at the end of his video, thank you to CHRISTTT, and thank you so far to everybody that's supported me in my efforts to convey the way I view this world.

The worst part of practicing the arts or at least being interested in creating art is that it takes years to practice the arts and that is singularly the most insufferable part when you are new to the art world you have these visions of conceptualization, in such a grand form that it's nigh incomprehensibly beautiful and you want nothing more than to share that with the world because then you could get recognization due to your deep understanding of the genre but also to start conversation and inspire other artists like you to make work of their own, the cycle continues, etcetera etcetera. But you can't yet. First you must choose a medium. You say, well, what do I like. Film? What kind of film? You need materials. You need a camera. Not a good one, doesn't matter. You need an actor. You need a script. You must make bad movies before you good ones. Practice. Music? Oh I love music. What genre? Electronic, classical, vaporwave, thousands among thousands. I like them all. Let's try plunderphonics because it can be anything. Okay. You need audio production software. Now you must learn music production from scratch. It is not so difficult, but it does take a couple years to become adept. You must make a lot of bad songs and mixes first. You must practice. You want to paint. You must practice. You want to draw. Practice. You want to sculpt. Practice. Photography. Practice. Graphic design. Practice. Videography. Practice. Acting. Practice. Singing. Practice. Piano. Practice. There's so little time to practice anything in the grand scheme of fifty years. There's so little time in a day alone. You wake up, then go to sleep. And then you do it again tomorrow. You get better with time. You take small steps. But you never can make anything yet that explains you. You can never make anything that conveys your message, because you have to practice. And the message must be fortold. And yet it can't. It remains stagnant while you practice. And progress comes so slowly. And other people make what you want to while you practice. They had before you were practicing but you weren't aware. It goes on without you. It went on without them too, when they were practicing. But it all just moves so slow.

I'm not done I well return and see the new things on this channel new expressions from YANQUICORP the new corporation that appreciates art and outsider artists who appreciate hide and the machinations of the internet (although before the time of the new) are still cool and we appreciate its message, well most of the SOON YANQUICORP will return! Have a PL3sa aa. D. Kwkjixititxtxitxxiocycovyohvv01001110 01000101 01010111 00100000 01010000 01001001 01000101 01000011 01000101 01010011 00100000 01010011 01001111 01001111 01001110 00100001&&&&&&&&&&&&&&Enjoy your week