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So, today, a little self portrait for everybody. I'm liking this whole photoshop thing. It makes my brain twisted and misty with superior flowing entities of joy. So, I said, "*agj ##34 a®Å kln."




I haven't quite decided if I'm a true Dadist. I don't believe so because I show too much intrest in art... I'd have to disregard it and claim that art shouldn't exist. I guess I cherish art and creativity too much to do that. However, I am also very keen on the Dadaist principles of random thought and imagery tied together into Sense and Nonsense simultaneously.

I've said I'm a Surrealist, too... if that is what it boils down to, I suppose it's a shame and a blessing. Surrealists, of course have a strong stigma tied to them - one of insanity and gaudiness. Who knows? Perhaps I share a little madness. I just feel somewhat removed from the Surrealists because they seemed to do things completely removed from emotion at times and my work, at least most of the time, wells from emotion that is very much tied to my roots of creativity.

SO... one could say that I'm at a half and half point... and impass. (If you sum up all the trajectories from my Abstract Expressionisht and Cartoon styles it's nearly un-sortable) So I leave it at that.

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I have been enjoying the strange as of late.

Of course, I've ALWAYS been strange and liked strange things but I feel now more than ever I have heightened my appreciation for the happenings of our universe. My mind slightly smeared under the thumb of fatigue and mental-induced feedback, I'm always just able to push myself into a mode of half-logical thought. It's a little unnerving... imputs don't add up to the outputs and it's almost like bypassing the voluntary systems of the body alltogether. Of course, with practice this loss of control changes to a sort of steered mayhem... the method of prescision awareness that I seek.

So... I like the flickering fluorescent lights paired with slighly flowing drinking fountain... ...the psychedelic jazz and sound music that feeds from the same raw tap of involuntary emotion. Something so utterly natural and yet eerily other-worldly is both a pleasure and a burden to behold.

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It has come time for my naming and the naming of this expression. We are already familiar with Byran, sage and guiding spirit, ink-drawer and heart's-friend... a pseudonym for my own creativity. Then, as a more formal usage, Simon Piler... life abundant to speak the lips and eyes of my music and poetry.

But it is henceforth to be known that I am also to be called Jeffe, wise and comfortable, the warmth and melding spirits of good company.

And so go out to your worlds, go out to the worlds you touch each day and recombine yourself. Find out your names and report back at a later time.