The Wedding
So.
There was a meeting. There was an agreement. There were those who admitted to the agreement and a few who denied the agreement. A woman said she would collect semen from a horse-to raise money for the cult of youth. There was a gallery owner who said the horse could stand in the back room. Everyone was excited about the horse and the girl with the bikini. a fashion designer was contacted and she made a costume for the girl who was not going to jack off the horse but simply sit on it or stand next to it. This girl writes about martyrs and saints and as a saint martyr she agreed to be a part of my art installation.
Three days before the show the gallery owner says "no". The girls says, 'I don't want to do it anymore". The gallery owner says we are no longer associated but wants me to shake his hand and call him friend.
simmer.
simply put, there is a fall out and an excess of cowardice.
harsh.
Swallow.
So...despite being arrested by homeland security, I am relatively free.
I have a simple concept:
A Fake marriage and a real horse.
I know you, the reader, can imagine a horse in one room and a wedding in another.
I know that everyone who unanimously cheered and agreed to this idea has little room for feeling good about themselves as piece by piece they take away the foundation of what I am building.
call me a meglomaniac, or a victim, just don't call me late for dinner.
So...
P and J are two people who are screwing over M, D, and E, as well as J.
Could P and J be called selfish?
If J stood up for D and agreed to do X where X is doing what J said she would do...would that be enough to convince J that an H is no reason to ruin a W?
I wonder.
Selfish. Cowards. Cowards are really good at being selfish. Heroes are selfless.
Horses ain't cheap. either is a wedding.
So, anyways...I am getting married on February 1st, 2007 to erica jean sherman. We will be wed at eight o clock and a horse and carriage will carry us from the farce (I mean form space gallery...farce for short) into the forces of matrimony.
At midnight (or thereabouts) we are annulling our marriage by walking down to the train tracks where I will leave my gold band on the rail for a train to nullify.
such is life.
Two people can have a sweet thing that can be destroyed by busy people as one cleans insects out of the light fixture of their own brightness.
Thank you friends for coming through. And those who faltered, I offer my hand and forgiveness. this is to be a happy marriage, as fake things are usually much more light hearted and precious than all the serious set backs any artist faces when dealing with insecure artists.
There was a meeting. There was an agreement. There were those who admitted to the agreement and a few who denied the agreement. A woman said she would collect semen from a horse-to raise money for the cult of youth. There was a gallery owner who said the horse could stand in the back room. Everyone was excited about the horse and the girl with the bikini. a fashion designer was contacted and she made a costume for the girl who was not going to jack off the horse but simply sit on it or stand next to it. This girl writes about martyrs and saints and as a saint martyr she agreed to be a part of my art installation.
Three days before the show the gallery owner says "no". The girls says, 'I don't want to do it anymore". The gallery owner says we are no longer associated but wants me to shake his hand and call him friend.
simmer.
simply put, there is a fall out and an excess of cowardice.
harsh.
Swallow.
So...despite being arrested by homeland security, I am relatively free.
I have a simple concept:
A Fake marriage and a real horse.
I know you, the reader, can imagine a horse in one room and a wedding in another.
I know that everyone who unanimously cheered and agreed to this idea has little room for feeling good about themselves as piece by piece they take away the foundation of what I am building.
call me a meglomaniac, or a victim, just don't call me late for dinner.
So...
P and J are two people who are screwing over M, D, and E, as well as J.
Could P and J be called selfish?
If J stood up for D and agreed to do X where X is doing what J said she would do...would that be enough to convince J that an H is no reason to ruin a W?
I wonder.
Selfish. Cowards. Cowards are really good at being selfish. Heroes are selfless.
Horses ain't cheap. either is a wedding.
So, anyways...I am getting married on February 1st, 2007 to erica jean sherman. We will be wed at eight o clock and a horse and carriage will carry us from the farce (I mean form space gallery...farce for short) into the forces of matrimony.
At midnight (or thereabouts) we are annulling our marriage by walking down to the train tracks where I will leave my gold band on the rail for a train to nullify.
such is life.
Two people can have a sweet thing that can be destroyed by busy people as one cleans insects out of the light fixture of their own brightness.
Thank you friends for coming through. And those who faltered, I offer my hand and forgiveness. this is to be a happy marriage, as fake things are usually much more light hearted and precious than all the serious set backs any artist faces when dealing with insecure artists.