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Alexa know the bartender, so all the drinks are free,
I don't know what the problem is, I don't think it's me.
Standing there with a frown and a cigarette,
Posting pictures of yourself on the Internet....
Mar 26, 2025
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Well, I gotta get drunk and I sure do dread it
'Cause I know just what I'm gonna do
I'll start to spend my money, callin' everybody, honey
And wind up singin' the blues
I'll spend my whole paycheck on some old wreck
Brother I can name you a few
Well, I have gotta get drunk and I sure do dread it
'Cause I know just what I'm gonna do
I gotta get drunk, I can't stay sober
There's a lot of good people in town
That'd like to hear me holler, see me spend my dollars
And I wouldn't think of lettin' 'em down
There's a lot of doctors that tell me
That I'd better start slowing it down
But there's more old drunks than there are old doctors
So I guess we better have another round
Now I gotta get drunk and I sure do dread it
'Cause I know just what I'm gonna do
I'll start to spend my money, callin' everybody, honey
And wind up singin' the blues
I'll spend my whole paycheck on some old wreck
Brother I can name you a few
Well, I have gotta get drunk and I sure do dread it
'Cause I know I just what I'm gonna do
Nov 8, 2023
Me not working hard?
Yeah right picture that with a Kodak
And, better yet, go to Times Square
Take a picture of me with a Kodak
Took my life from negative to positive
And I just want y'all know that
May 9, 2024
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I don't know any instruments, i don't read music, i don't know how to write songs, and so i wrote this song:
Inspirations: The Velvet Underground, The Beatles, The Doors, Bob Dylan
Miss Misery
by
Clean Teeth
well i'm looking at miss misery
and well she just don't know my name
But we have met before
i knew her long before this game
We used to be acquaintances
like friends of the night
She'd come over and sleep with me
Tell me everything was alright
But i never knew her name
didn't care much to ask
The job she was doin' me
Was to unlock me from past
Miss misery was always there
she never charged no fee
She could tell i needed her
so she let me lean for free
She never asked no questions
She would only ever stay the night
and when the morning broke
no doubt she'd be out of sight
i had a hold on her
and i don't really know why
but i have since lost her
or so i thought, until tonight
and so i'm looking at miss misery
for what i hope to be the very last time
and she's starring back at me
i see the devil in her eyes
She ain't no friend of mine
yeah, she ain't no friend of mine
And so i'm walking out the door
and i still don't know her name
she knows the whole story
and boy that feels so strange
i'll see her when i see her
whenever that may be
i got to nip it in the bud
i got to be set free
i got to be free
from miss misery
Feb 24, 2025
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So vulnerable, I have to be sincere. European and American art galleries historically are not only promoters of great art, they are creators of markets. That may be where you could shift focus.
Your worth is that you are young, eating rat, living a life of passion, filth, messiness, body horror (per my comment on such) unique and unknown to those with money. They crave you, not for your art. That's worthless to them. The art, as photographs per Sontag in my other rec, is simply a receipt that they owned a piece of your lifestyle for a moment. No one who will buy your art will likely give a fuck about your art. Stop seeking those. Find the Glengarry Glen Ross customers seeking life, escape from drudgery, a need to prove something to themselves. Let your art be that for them.
Enough bs theory, now for implementation. You won't sell your art, but you can sell the frustration, bloodsweattears, dedication, sacrifice that drips from your post. You can do so by simultaneously reminding yourself you are not creating ART but CREATING art. Your work and worth is not on a canvas. It's not the art. It's in you, the artist.
May 11, 2024
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Oct 13, 2024
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A model friend/client and I stepped out from dinner for a smoke and were having a tipsy discussion about an issue with her company. Some doorman came up to tell us to move because we were blocking the entrance, which we weren't. I was irked, but my friend guessed he likely stereotyped her being in a lover's quarrel. Irked for a different reason, I called out, "Dude, we're discussing business! She's my boss!" In hindsight, I appreciated how he handled what he mistook as a domestic dispute by creating a false diversion to redirect our attention.
Most people get involved in others' drama because they think they know better. Most people don't because they're insecure they're misunderstanding. He was appropriately in between.
Jun 5, 2024