mr. sinister and his little blue booties

Starting today I am officially unemployed (though I was on leave so I haven't actually shown up to the factory in some time now). Farewell anachronic test station! Farewell dot matrix printer! Farewell acoustic-traumatizing, industrial cooling fans! Farewell beige, padded cubicle walls! Farewell blue, bell-bottomed pantsuit! Oh wait, girl in photograph is not a likeness. Farewell soul-eating wage-slavery! Farewell!!!


So... what now?

[...what it feels like from the inside.]

then

Eight

"I weep not with remorse but for the fear that I shall not be able to satisfy my passion." ('Tis A Pity)

Nine

No More Masterpieces

"One of the reasons for the asphyxiating atmosphere in which we live without possible escape or remedy - and in which we all share, even the most revolutionary among us - is our respect for what has been written, formulated, or painted, what has been given form, as if all expression were not at last exhausted, were not at a point where things must break apart if they are to start anew and begin fresh." Artaud

Ten


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