<Where’s The Line? Where’s The Center?>
Saturday, July 31st, 2010<|There’s the line and through the center for the scene of connection then a light of slashing the life for the feel and the run of the image. The pixel. That pixel is out. It’s…Not…It’s what it needs to be. The completion part. …Part of what? What the fuck am I trying to create? What the fuck is this but a bunch of lines through text to confuse the fucking billions of bots trying to validate data? What am I doing with this…Brush. A brush. It is a tool. It’s what is need for others to see. It is the touch the all feel when it leaves a mark. A brush to tell and tickle. A brush to find its connection with life…>