Whenever the government asks me about my sex on forms /
Whenever the government asks me about my sex on forms
Whenever they ask I immediately think…
Why are my sexual organs or how do I use them any of your business?
In the interest of public disclosure I do have a vagina and it's in a pretty decent shape. That's all.
And I think, well, what do you mean?
Are you asking if I were born with a vagina?
Are you asking if I use my vagina regularly?
Are you asking if I use my vagina with a penis?
Are you asking if I prefer to have a vagina?
Are you asking me or you're telling me that I'll be using my vagina organs at work?
Are you asking me if I have the capacity to use my vagina?
Are you asking me if I want to use my vagina?
Are you asking me because you want me to use it at work?
Are you asking if I'm breeding?
Are you asking which side I'm on during breeding?
Are you straight up asking me if I want a dick?
What if I sport a vagina but I kind of fluctuate in my head, and that process has nothing to do with organs?
How do you know that I am not a robot?
During my Camino de Santiago the lack of devices and internet left me open to what people were saying /
The car culture destroyed American cities /
I always thought that using several tons of steel to move a single person from a to b is ridiculous. I can't imagine a bigger waste of resources like gas, ore, end road infrastructure to only have people confined and isolated to their car seats, couches, and office chairs. Millions of people strap themselves to their seats in their cars with belts, voluntarily imprisoning themselves in small coupes.
Don't take me wrong, when I lived in California I absolutely loved my car. I drove a Volkswagen and it was the only thing I shed a tear for when leaving.
In many cities there's nothing to do but eat, mostly sandwiched between a couch and a television, and the car.
In well developed cities you can stroll which is take a walk and look at landmarks and people without having to buy anything while simultaneously exercising.
I wanted to make a tree of hunger painting where the trees are eating people /
That will represent a what-if reality, which is the surrealist reality. What if it wasn't the people destroying trees, what if the trees were destroying people, it would have been an outrage. What if people were not killing other people and it was the trees that were doing that.
Overheard in the dentist office in New York City /
Overheard at the dentist office.
Tha dentist assistant asks an older lady:
What are you doing for the Fourth of July?
Lady answers: Nothing. I do nothing for Thanksgiving, I do nothing for Christmas. And when I do nothing I do it slowly.
One of my all time favorites is the Unfinished show at Met Bauer /
Unfinished show at the Met - favorite so far is a Van Gogh, painted just before he died.
I’d pick two rooms, one with a Van Gogh, another with Michelangelo, Leonardo and Van Eyck.
Can't imagine anything better than being in a room together with Michelangelo, Leonardo and Durer, with a Van Gogh across the hall.
After several centuries crowds gather enthralled by little pieces of cloth and wood with scribbles on them. A Leonardo is the size of a letter, Such is the power of art.
There are no chests filled with gold and emeralds, no food, apparently no one is naked, no clowns juggle in the halls, but everyone is quietly in a trance in front of these great albeit unfinished works. Such is the power of art.
There's also Rubens, El Greco, Rembrandt, Titian.
My accent is like a peanut butter and jelly sandwich, a slice of Midwest, a spread of mail order bride with California and New York mixed in to smooth it out /
We shall be the grasshoppers of the stars. There's a sacred horror beneath the porches of the enigma /
The beautiful is as useful as the useful.. more so perhaps.
All from From Les Miserables.
What beauty is I know not though it adheres to many things... We must gather it together from far and wide /
Albrecht Durer
Never put off until tomorrow the questions you can ask today /
I see myself as a sad onion /
There are a bunch of idiots in Europe now about to chase balls for cash, I guess it's a step up from a dog’s job, but I do not understand why would anyone pay money to watch it /
From the book Man's Search for Meaning I know that my dinner leftovers could easily feed someone for a week. They survived on half a potato a day. I never have leftovers and never throw away food /
Throwing food away should be a crime. Thinking of the carts and the boxes and the pallets of food that are being hauled away everyday in American stores. I'm sure people could survive on a 10th of what's in there.