Float Dissolve

(Infected by News of the Dead)

A wonderful concept and coincides nicely with my current spark to draw again.

A topic is posted every Friday and then participants have all week to come up with their own interpretation

(Infected by Metafilter)

We relate by quoting dialouge that was scripted and recited multiple times.

Feelings of inadequacy and vomitting. Blessed blades of grass recycled in stains.
A breakfast for sore losers. Fried in wavering luminousity.

No, don’t say that.

There is a beautiful revolution going on in “film making”. Technology is merging everything we do. It’s no longer a simple matter of calling yourself an artist or database engineer or film-maker. This is such an exciting time. I’m very interested in Lev Manovich’s work.

(Infected by Ali)

After seeing this concept I was curious if it’d be possible to create this effect on your own face with some airbrushing. It would certainly take a skilled hand to pull off but I wonder if it would work. Since the illusion happens in two dimensions I’m curious to see if it would still work in three.

(Infected by Boing Boing)

Crackling distant breathing forcing
one-way blood into small tubes

Shaving blessings from animal skin
Inducing dreams of catching celebrities’ attention

Stripes of bland color or liquid
Wooden grandparents stand in various positions
encouraging small thoughts

I can breathe ok.

Square after square after triangular hopes.
Flat recollections.

Avoid further damage and keep your wrists elevated.

clean

Rhythmic exploitation in grassland fuel cell
Manipulate a pencil manipulate your environment
Whispering telephone calls and ignoring listless field days
I don’t like this image anymore

Our lives are apporoaching layered transparency
Simply life

Hordes of intelligent laborers quoting philosophers and raking leaves
Sautéeing unbelievable ingredients linked to by stiff expression
Well water drips delicately
Silver truck makes left turn
Aspiring comedian agrees with alienation
CPU fans stroke foreheads gently

File these papers for later retrieval
Archival quality imagination
Chipped paint or half-open blinds

just respond

While visiting with Jason my cellphone gave me a message that the timechange had been noted and the time was updated automatically. I looked at the time and date and it read: 01-01-2090 00:19. That was great.

It was really 3 in the morning and I had been up for almost 24 hours. I enjoy driving into Washington DC. I made the mistake of thinking he lived in North East. Incorrect. Now I know how easy it is to get there and will never get lost in DC again…

I find happy things in poetic bathroom stalls.
Uninstalled disparate blundering love.

Escape this laughing whitespace until dirt and mud displace these caramels.

I started to stare at a life with meaning which happens to be mixed messages of work and dream.

Thirty three is when I will understand.
Black blankets filled with diseased worries are burned with remnants of broken teeth and tumors.
I giggle when I hear these beautiful distances.
She/he/we/this I don’t understand these labels at the moment.

Alone and together are manifested simultaneously.

Walking up stairs and collapsing on children. our children are inside each tear drop.

Each lucid memory of water hopping from place to place. I couldn’t understand her phrases. Loosely constructed with green construction paper. Oh no I’m being redunant. Recursive.

I sometimes miss these things that don’t exist. The pain that I have felt was easily resolved with a dose of understanding. Let go.

Let go. Let go.

Release your empty grip. Please let these pains slip through like all these pleasures. They aren’t here.

Give up controlling the universe. Perhaps death will understand. These numb feelings of suppression. Periods of draught are full with water. Plenty of disease to go around. Pain is a lessening of pleasure and an influx of truth. These wisdoms are shrouded with red colored vibrations. Sleep.