Above original 3D GIF created in Cinema 4D by Thoth.
If I offend you, then see ya later. Fare you well! I don’t have time to worry about offending you. I didn’t intend to, so there.
Now this will piss you off: I’m not interested in your suggestions, criticisms, et al. If you’re worried about us, send money. The donation button is on the front page.
Otherwise this is a dialectic not a place for you to voice ignorant criticisms of my lifestyle choices. I live my life, you live yours. But I have every reason to complain about your continuing to support greed and misbehavior at every level.
The Angel Tunnel is a hell hole; it wasn’t once. That’s the irony. They renovated it to be beautiful and it is. Now it draws a bunch of lowlife, unoriginal, greedy performers who sully its sacred energy (which also was hacked to hell by the renovators).
“Ignorance” isn’t meant as a slur, just a reality. Few if any have any idea what and how we do things. Live with us for a week or month to really see and end your ignorance.
“Thoth you sound so angry. You chose to live the way you do.” I chose to live an authentic creative life. I didn’t choose the way this world and you react to my art. Most of you would rather listen to robots or people performing covers than original expressions of love. I’ll be as angry as I want to, and I don’t need you to point it out.
I’ve been angry since a child when my family would drive around NYC (New York, mind you!) and you would throw things at us because you hated us so much. My art emanates from this injury you cast at us. Plenty of mixed race families and people exist now, yet you still don’t accept my art some 50 odd years later.
Too eccentric am I? Not really. Listen to Arnold Schönberg, if you can. The universities love him! He’s the beginning of robomusic.
You’re right. I chose not to play covers of the Beatles, Prince, Queen, . . . et al., not to wear jeans, not to play in bars, not to sing in English, not to perform popular genres, not to use amplification, electric instruments, or a guitar, . . . So why complain? I have every right.
And now I’m in a different mood: fearful and horrified at my past behaviors.
The sun has come out after several days. Doesn’t that mean I should be happier? But I’m haunted by terrifying visions. Yikes! I’m totally out of my mind.