tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3937465026417546778.post6547598297764155940..comments2023-09-26T07:20:38.424-07:00Comments on Discharge 6: Still...D6http://www.blogger.com/profile/03919202722716715604noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3937465026417546778.post-14216287408677632152011-03-08T01:16:20.688-08:002011-03-08T01:16:20.688-08:00What, Ruela? You still develop your own questions?...What, Ruela? You still develop your own questions? Oh, JB, remember that poor Lady Macbeth lived in the pre-psychodrycleaning era. Nowadays, ECT is back in vogue and can bleach out any mental stains...<br /><br />Love the image, Ruela. It strikes me as the organic meets the organic and feel uncomfortable because they have nothing to talk about but have the paparazzi swarming around looking for a story.<br /><br />Fabulous image, R. We are all organic and decaying. Appearances of being disparate IS merely appearance. The shock of an easily identifiable form juxtaposed against the supposedly easily identifiable form of 'inanimate' objects creates a wonderful tension. It struck me as being a struggle between 'I AM true entity' desperately demanding to be recognized in a landscape of entities that don't have the capacity to recognise themselves.<br /><br />Is the desperate arm of an entity with the intellect to claim itself as being viable any more valid than the decayed/decaying organic forms it struggles against to be recognised?Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3937465026417546778.post-91186924471194917962011-03-01T15:50:03.002-08:002011-03-01T15:50:03.002-08:00Yeah, the Macbeth syndrome, right?
;-)Yeah, the Macbeth syndrome, right?<br /><br />;-)Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3937465026417546778.post-9354842837790459282011-03-01T15:16:41.454-08:002011-03-01T15:16:41.454-08:00A.Decker
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Can wash my arm but...A.Decker<br /><br /><br /><br />;))<br /><br />Can wash my arm but...Ruelahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16899273978777673379noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3937465026417546778.post-69946661948823957652011-03-01T15:16:01.732-08:002011-03-01T15:16:01.732-08:00Love is a strange dark room...Love is a strange dark room...Ruelahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16899273978777673379noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3937465026417546778.post-68403480676810539932011-02-27T12:44:08.081-08:002011-02-27T12:44:08.081-08:00Still a great aesthetic in this one...but dude, ai...Still a great aesthetic in this one...but dude, ain't it time you washed that arm? ;-)Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3937465026417546778.post-65745605786082788702011-02-27T04:17:09.340-08:002011-02-27T04:17:09.340-08:00Really, is there any other side to love? Brambles ...Really, is there any other side to love? Brambles and briers and dried petals all in a row.Shadow Lorhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15850680077567599540noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3937465026417546778.post-48774260641243888272011-02-26T21:19:08.339-08:002011-02-26T21:19:08.339-08:00The dark side of loveThe dark side of loveThe Phosgene Kidhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00398079881174725139noreply@blogger.com