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It’s time to redesign the “Phoney Reserve Bank Notes” to look like the fraudulent pieces of paper they really are!
Paintings, photography, aesthetic objects, beautiful communication, and anything I consider to be art, artful, artistic, artsy or whatever.
Art is subjective. It is a quality of communication can be contributed to by the viewer through empathy or agreement with its creator.
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It’s time to redesign the “Phoney Reserve Bank Notes” to look like the fraudulent pieces of paper they really are!
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This is an epitaph that would be appropriate for me, except that I’m going to have my body cremated. Why should we use expensive real estate to store our dead bodies? It’s crazy! Just die and get on with enjoying your next lifetime! 🙂
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I see clearly that I’m blind.
Memories drifting through my soul
reveal that Time is in my mind:
of living deaths and never growing old.
rhythmic songs of deeds long done beat deep inside My Soul.
I know I’ve drifted far from Home.
Psychedelic drugs and atom bombs
prove we’ve all lived lives before.
I remember, mirrored darkly, through the lies
Shapeless Shades of Nothingness,
without a cause to carry, no reasons why,
afloat in spaceless voids of aimlessness.
Images of energy, space and time
are illusions of Our Will: conjurings of Our Minds.
Stuck inside a fragile shell I have no wings to fly
except with those I unfold within My Self.
— Lawrence R. Spencer. 2017. —
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