persona

makes bold assumptions. slaps around, rewards with inside info and killer wit. no stroking, no painted fans or fishnets, zero preference and blind to demographics. a waterfall braid of comedy, tragedy, satire, realism, abstract impressionism and crystal clarity. whimsical vision that slices into common river stones to reveal the amethysts within. it's what everyone sees, hears and experiences but cannot articulate. like simple block art in a modern art museum, it's genius because it came first -- it surfaced sooner than the rest. it cannibalizes, chews the old into a pulp and molds it into something obscenely gorgeous. quotable, notable, sometimes it rhymes -- aerosol ideas transported like burrs on wool. pressed in dirt, germinated, pruned and harvested. like math, it's an illumination for the mind -- the dimmer parlors with dusty daybeds -- aired out for company. biting into it thrills the teeth and tongue, it has a sensory landscape ribbed for pleasure. bitter and at times sloppily sentimental, the filters are fraught with holes. it's the raw, uncut version that wraps a vine around the soul and sends a spoonful of vitamins down a champagne river.

it sends up a flare, draws eyeliner messages on mirrors, steals roadsigns and redirects traffic. encourages sloth, purple daydreaming, and the putting in of two weeks. swift, agile, with an economy of motion that defies black holes and blasts the stars with neon shellac. so easy. so obvious. so simple.