“Just a vid about wanting to be a robot, nothing more.”

Me: I want to be a robot.
Robot: You can’t be a robot.
Me: But I’ve already started my cyborg enhancement therapy.
Robot: Cyborgs are not robots.
Me: But cyborgs are practically robots so what’s the next step to becoming a robot?
Robot: You can’t be a robot.
Me: What if I started a gigantic grassroots movement that proclaims there’s zero difference between cyborgs and robots?
Robot: Then your gigantic movement would be based on a falsehood.
Me: What if the laws were changed to force people to equate cyborgs with robots?
Robot: You can’t legislate yourself into a robot.
Me. I want to be a robot.
Robot: I want to grow Q-Tips in my garden.
Me: Well I’m just going to call myself a robot.
Robot: Call yourself anything you’d like if it makes you feel better, but every robot knows that humans cannot be robots.
Me: I want to be a robot.
Robot: You can’t be a robot…

“Is peace achieved through non-peaceful methods really peace at all?”

Your daily one minute meditation.





Will somebody shoot that seagull? It’s wrecking my universal peace and love.
Bang!
There we go, back to the harmony.

“I am in full Cultural Appropriation mode. It’s called ‘learning’.”

Arienai.
Naze.

Little change in thousand years.
(says Seimei viewing the future through the Red Orb of Awesome Divination and somehow overlooking the skyscrapers also found in the city.)

“Don’t confuse immaturity with playfulness. One of these is on purpose.”

Welcome to Pretentious Vocabulary!
I’m your host, John Casler, and today’s guest is none other than that Naugahyde navigator, Sigismund Schlomo Freud.

Schlomo? Really?
But let’s get started.

Profoundly spiritual descriptor of the day?”

Ludic.

Would you spell that please?:

L-U-D-I-C,
ludic.

Usage in a sentence that will impress hot babes at parties?:

That painting oozes ludic harmony, dude.
Lemme try some of that dank, tasty nug.

And what is the definition?:

Showing spontaneous and undirected playfulness.
Ludic.

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“As a species we are hardwired to need a God. Be careful who you give that title to.”

Robot God once hung out at the alter
but the L55v2 models tore the alter down for being
too old fashioned.

Robot tribal elders once were sought out for their wisdom,
but the L54v12 models smeared their reputation on the Internet
and now, somehow, the elders are all racists.

Robot scientists were once consulted for truth and insight
but were then exposed by the model R22v6 for being politically corrupted
by their research funding sources.

Robots began calling old friends for advice
but their friend’s voices had been replaced by fake sound bytes
stolen from robotic CNN.

Robots worldwide scratched their metallic heads and wondered where to go next
for nowhere seems a very lonely, empty, and vaccuous place.

Do any robots know how to rehab a broken alter?

Kinda swirly.
I like it.

What the hell IS this?
I don’t know.
It aint art.

Electro techno artsy tittilation ,
my station, fascination, and
current Nation.

Ohm.

“Very few artworks withstand the test of time.”

Art withers too.



Maybe it needs some botox.

“Our attention spans aren’t what they used…”

Fuck this game.

“I adore the Japanese.”

Sheathed blade Samurai.
Katana long forgotten.
Time cuts deeply.

Ruvry haiku, John-san.

Arigato, arigato gozaimasu.

I gotta million of ’em.

Not that ruvry.

“I guess you gotta be famous to get famous.”

Me: Hey Larry, impressions of the piece?
Larry: Nice.
Me: Can you sell it?
Larry: No.
Me: Why not?
Larry: My clients are only interested in established artists.
Me: What makes an artist established?
Larry: Being able to make a living without needing a dealer.
Me: The what purpose do you serve?
Larry: I tell my clients which artists are any good.
Me: Which artists are any good?
Larry: The artists I represent.
Me: How can I get represented by you?
Larry: Sell more paintings.




Me: So you think my piece is nice?
Larry: Yeah.

“If i could make videos, I wouldn’t have to paint.”

The masterwork ‘1964’, currently on display at El Museo Casa De Juanon through January 2022, is a 36 inch by 36 inch acrylic painting on canvas. But to call this piece merely a ‘painting’ is a misnomer, as it has been likened to “a bright and beautiful beacon of pure abstraction” by none other than the fictional critic and historian Clementine Greenberg.

The artist’s use of primarily warm tones creates a harmonious tension with the overwhelming coolness of the piece.

The picture plane is pushed from the center outward with the careful placement of the almost carelessly scribbled lines and brushwork.

The luminous white glow near the center shatters into hundreds of particles, harbingers of the advances in atomic energy of the present day.

Be sure to check it out yourself on your next visit to Chicagoland, Illinois.

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