JUXSTAPOSITION
adding context to the trade-off where the real plays off again, the unreal unreal/ you decide/ my job is not to decide for you/ i could, but that renders the photographs more mundane than i can tolerate/ especially when the mundane among you, the ordinary, who have buried any creativity they might have felt – this would be complicit with a one-on-one relationship with the obvious punishments, the we will render you impoverished – during a time when poverty is sucking your cock, and draining your balls of all your creative juices, and your willingness to accept the inevitable consequences/ you perceive this as a choice, and maybe it is for you/ but it is not a choice for some of us, we crave context, not whitewash/ we crave insinuation, not orders barked at us, we crave challenging preordained cultural strangulation merely for the sake of cultural strangulation’s validity/ we don’t give a flying fuck what you think/ you are the mundane, and we kinda know you exist, but it fails to ignite home to us because we, too, have built more walls than you have/ and we know you’re out there on some theoretical level of cultural conformity, having babies, accumulating mountains of stuff stuffed in your garage/ but we just don’t care/