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My only regret, regarding the unreality of time, is that I will never have the chance to punch Tuesday in its goddam face

#weirdaf #dadaism #art #absurdism #get real weird #surrender to absurd #fuck reality #rad #time #time isnt real #weirdcore #text art #sign art #marquee #billboard #nemesis #fight me #tuesday

#vonnegut #absurdism #art #get real weird #surrender to absurd #make bad art #rad #life #weirdaf #weirdcore #words #community #radical

spookyspeks

My friend said this but this is a very important point that yall need to understand.

myth-myth-yeth

Shel Silverstein wrote and illustrated poetry for children,

drew cartoons for Playboy,

and made the most terrifying album cover of all time.

Don't put artists in a box.

asteroidtroglodyte

I’m not sure you could make a box that could contain Shel Silverstein.

The key to success as an artist:

•be a lil bit slutty

#art #absurdism #get real weird #surrender to absurd #rad #make bad art #slut #tips

raddaddadaist

Become ungovernable. Climb a tree.

theygender

I was thinking recently about how "alt" subcultures are so aestheticized now but they used to be much more about your societal views than the clothes you wore or even the bands you listened to, and my brain connected some dots. Idk if this is anything

saturday-morning-stuff

thehopefulquotes

“It’s been very rare to have known you, very strange and wonderful.”

— F. Scott Fitzgerald; The Beautiful and Damned

jame7t

I see you’re trapped in my gay and stupid maze again

omgislena-blog

“They come in twos.

You come in twos.

You and You.

Kill your double.”

-Episode 19A: The Sandstorm

#weirdaf #dadaism #art #absurdism #get real weird #surrender to absurd #fuck reality #rad #glitch #wtnv podcast #kevin wtnv #wtnv #wtnv fanart #wtnv gif #gift art

I really really really REALLY wanna theatre truck.

Like, fuck.

I want a moving truck, and i want one side to fold open into a makeshift proscenium, the trim forming a frame around the beautifully painted scenery on the back wall, hiding the diy lighting rigged along the roof, minimum, but agile and intentional. Modest blue tooth speakers placed around an implied audience space.

5 or 6 hungry artists, friends who’ve decided to say “Fuck it” and go all in on an impossible and ridiculous dream, traveling from town to town to set up in a parking lot during the annual festival, or strike up a pop-up arts market for a weekend and help the local artists showcase some work and make some sales, feature a local musician or band after the show has ended.

Living life deeply and vividly and with reckless abandon and divine vulnerability, a band of fuck-ups roaming the rapidly crumbling structure of the before time, whispering and screaming outrageous timeless truths in absurd post dada post everything commedia dellarte fables and myths and fairly tales and finding some small authentic way to find and build community in this insanely lonely world and answer to no one but ourselves and those we have chosen to be equally answerable to and for.

It is so infuriating that something that could be so simple and attainable is so hard to pull together, simply because it’s so hard to believe that there is any other way to live and find fulfillment and joy.

Like all theatre, it’s reality is made possible or not by the willingness to believe it’s real.