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Hot lights/tripod, bowl of rice, nice and
hot, straight from the electric cooker,
tee-pee sweat lodge, Datura growing all
over LA under the noses of those who
don’t know, we’ll film this only because
it’s the first time since uncle’s been
here that we’ve had film and everything.

So, Moxa/Artemesia, something to smudge
with, something to smoke on, something to
trail off into, something that won’t get caught in the camera, but just fade
into darkness

XOLOTL SAY?GUSTAVO MAYTREYA?

GIDES TH ESTABLISHED NARATIVE NDER TH
HRIZON
NTO DOWNNG DRK WTER

PAPR ND RCORDS FLL APRT, EVRYTHING
CLOSS IT EYS

THNGS DRKEN ND SLW AS IT SWING, CASTNG
RTARY SHADWS N DRK NDER-DOM

THES AR NT BOOTLG RTWORKS OR REREPRSEN-
TATIONS OF GRET RTWORKS F TH PST, BT
RTHER, SHADW PICES, NOCTRNES, DREM PICES
THT HAV THER ON LOGC ND FUNY COSMOLGY

THS MY MAK MOR SNSE FTER DRK

Clariobaldo came to me and said, "oh that I were insane, always...I will never rest! Can you not make me truly insane? I will never rest till I am so. Oh, that in the bosom of god I was hid. Your retain health Mr. Lorenzo, and yet are as mad as any of us all, over us all... mad as a refuge from unbelief... from Bacon, Newton and Locke."

The Tramp came to me and said, "we got a new house with new things and now the new things are requiring that we get new tools to fix them when they break. These new tools have no tangible purpose, they slip out of my hands like ghosts. My old yucca broom doesn't work anymore on screen-printed tile floors and my old soaproot brush doesn't work on my new hair.
At one point, we were interested in broad expansiveness and cycling, spiraling time. Our intellect was collective and cut with one-thousand-facets; it dangled in front of my eyes like string of jewels.
Somehow, our autonomy and our expansiveness were complimentary; venison and acorn mush. Now, my soaproot brush pulls out my hair and my yucca brush leaves more dirt on my tile floor while my swiffer and synthetic brush pound reverberate, echo and disappear, flipping out of my hand like streaming tracers..."

THE INVENTION OF THE BLUES

If floating lights are mysterious, then I don't know what to make of patches of fleeting shadows.

AUTO-DIDACT

looking for the old idea dump?

looking for XOLOTL dump?

Manifesto Concerning East Los Angeles Balloon Tours, a long defunct public transportation system for the city of East Los Angeles. Derailed in the 1930's, relics of the corporation (photos, zeppelin manuals, ledgers) occasionally show up at estate sales

NOW:

Manifestos in the Mirror

Eufencio J. Rojas: Compendium of Industrial Vision

Wallpaper & Juan Fish

IDEAS KEEP DUMPING

WITHOUT A HAMMER

XOLOTL

NOW:

WAS:

Mapping Another L.A.: The Chicano Art Movement
10/16/11-2/26/12

PUBLIC ADDRESS with CRAIG SANTOS PEREZ
10/17/10 8pm-10pm

For my cousin: This does blast you, this world- wind does blast by. That duck rolling sideways on its shoulders becomes a tattered and brown piece of junk paper as it gets sucked under the vacuum of your car. The coyote- MR TRICK coursing across the street uses no crosswalk- staying within the lines but not seeing them for all the other multitudes of ferocious lines crowding his entire vision- he crosses them all

MANIFESTO ARE THESE DECREPIT CONDITIONS? DECREPIT CONDITIONS, DISGUSTING CONTEXT BEING CREATED, RENAME AND RESHELL IT, TRULY DISGUSTING, HOW DO THEY LIVE THAT? I COULDN’T IMAGINE… IT TAKES SOME GETTING USED TO. Something like the squalor of an alchemist’s studio- but this time spread out over the street all over the flatness of Boyle Heights, skidding into the bridge to downtown with putrefied blackness, sludgy inert browness, blood stains, pocked streets and an abundance of paper and Styrofoam cups, plstic bags, unwound VHS ribbon, dead weeds. That mountain of concrete chunks, exfoliate of the city. See the bulldozer climbing up that mountain with machismo masking fear.

NEW AND INNOVATIVE. GEODE TOOTH-MEAT, CONCAVE SKULL, SOMETHING HAPPENS OUT OF BLASTING BOOMING REACTIVITY. I saw the whole courtyard empty out, people moving like ball bearings on an uneven table clustering and following at the sound of automatic gunfire, it was also the sound of someone dropping a box of old cassette tapes on the floor: Cure, Jimi Hendrix Tribute, Los Pinguinos del Norte, Green Day, Revolver, Cypress Hill, Al Green Xipe with ball bearing skin in constant reactivity/putrefaction rubbing and sliding on his body like an itch in his throat.

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