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an Uncomfortable Note, circa 1994

an Uncomfortable Note, circa 1994 by ted giffin Let’s settle this like civil neanderthals. Do you drag your women around by the hair? Cro-Magnon, perhaps? Do you wear a hood? Be my executioner. Step up the guillotine, public stoning public lynching, ascending…with my pez dispenser of XANAX. Cliche fiery melancholic artist, clueless, a Rebel without a Clue. I am like a bull. I see RED and I CHARGE! Do you see red? The difference between us? You are a Misanthrope whereas I []

Chased by Demons, circa 1994 by ted giffin

Chased by Demons, circa 1994 by ted giffin Billy Club, Bloody Nose. Jump the Gun. Gold-digger. LIAR THIEF CHEAT! Hypocrisy. (internal voice) Hemlock, Try Hemlock šŸ™‚ Going overboard, I am a dream. What Happened? What did I say? Police Brutality.unethical.bluffing.running from myself. sleepwalking.fantasy.. DECAF, TRY DECAF! extortion hush money. untrustworthy bastard. All is Fair in Love and War. I don’t care, sweet apathy, sweet revenge, eternal sleep R.I.P I am not your punching bag, your martyr. The Crown of Thorns cuts my []

Is It Our Nature?

Humanity is Barbaric. Our Species Doesn’t Dominate the Rest by Accident, by Being Nice. Our Baseline Is Being Monstrous. To say, ‘Oh, the Humanity’ Assumes Being Compassionate, Which We ARE NOT. Conversely We are Rooted in Slaughter, Mayhem, and Chaos. a Low Bar is Set. Peace is the Exception, Not the Rule.

Art is a Vampire

I create many pieces of Art that by sheer enormity become a Dragon leashed to me to which my Identity is Confused. My self worth can seem equivalent to it’s quality. If It is bad, I am bad, If It is good, then I am good. I Hoard It, I Protect It. I am Lord Creator, Protector, and Guardian of this Beast. Is an Artist a Myth? Is an Artist the Original False Prophet? Purveyor of Culture defined as: a :Ā  the []


1908. Atonal. Sinister. Wallow. Ornamental versus Plain. Harmony, Gold. Sharp Lines Like Razor Blade Incisions. Freud Frightened Of HisĀ Sister Castrating His Mother’s Horse, BecauseĀ ItĀ Turns HimĀ On and Creates an Urge to Shag His Father’s Eye Socket Which is Covered By a Black Patch. In Turn, His Nephew Transforms Propaganda Into Goebbels’s Public Relations MasterPiece. The Masses Must Be Controlled as a Result of His Uncle’s Psychic Cocaine-Addled Perversions. Flooding Thru Modes Fifty Thousand Prostitutes Form the Foundation For the Phallic Middle Class. Rising. []

My Internet Diapers..

I fondly remember wearing my Internet Diapers, gleefully watching my computer de-fragment itself, put in a hypnotic trance- somewhat like taking a handful of Valium and watching the Weather Radar until one is lulled into a blissful sleep- reading the Bill Clinton Sex Escapade in the Starr Report; Simultaneously listening to the Brits on the BBC radio having a Huge GIGGLE about the whole affair; as well as chatting in an AOL Chat Room to a friend who did not know that []