pretty lies

Posted by marc garrett | Fri Jun 21st 2002 1 a.m.

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ng but a dream a pretty lie
In time you will learn, yet fears dig deep suggesting that time will be not=
hing but a tentative barometer
Things look and seem in the right place, everything is exact to your requir=
ed and lustful measurement
A glowing example of the human race, parading the perfect example of what o=
thers should aspire to be
A design - designed to make free spirits worry, worry about the outer space=
between them and others
On this archetypal product a veneer glows like a glaze which hides the rust=
that eats away inside
How can one be free when faced by stereo - typical - post - idealists, decl=
aring war on self love
Pictorial delusion infests all hope and advertises a template of which all =
lost eyes infest on
This mutation of the exterior is merely a polish to hide the inferior mytho=
logy which presumes style
It slips and slides and poses grace, hinting pure face as it sniggers choos=
ing a vacuous Armour
And you are fooled by this tinsel wrapping, which reflects how unrealized y=
ou really are
This invented criterion is a visual soap opera created for the empty heart =
who fears the mind
As the recommended lie oozes into place, the myth becomes a reality pertain=
ing the lowest denominator
Dictating the way, the way we should be - deconstructed, instructed - told =
and sold a classic ideal
It threatens inner smiles and is crushed under steel, it squeals under emot=
ional blackmail
For systematic creed identity is pushed aside for the chosen utopia re - in=
vented, invested
Lives are re - constructed losing thy original core which once burned proud=
and warm
Post - human triviality distorts our realities, opting for the shield that =
covers our true selves
Soon we will become acceptable by the soul - less eyes who judge other peop=
les lives
ENTRENCHED clothed in facile styles, dissected and conformed to the ultimat=
e self mutilation
And all this is because one must concede and conform to someone else's pret=
ty lies

marc garrett (1989)

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distorts our realities, opting for the shield that covers our true
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peoples lives<BR>ENTRENCHED clothed in facile styles, dissected and conform=
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  • portholeaccel | Sat Jun 22nd 2002 1 a.m.
    you should whatch vanilla sky
    info@furtherfield.org wrote: BODY {MARGIN-TOP: 25px; FONT-SIZE: 10pt; MARGIN-LEFT: 25px; COLOR: #000000; FONT-FAMILY: Arial, Helvetica}P.msoNormal {MARGIN-TOP: 0px; FONT-SIZE: 10pt; MARGIN-LEFT: 0px; COLOR: #ffffcc; FONT-FAMILY: Helvetica, "Times New Roman"}LI.msoNormal {MARGIN-TOP: 0px; FONT-SIZE: 10pt; MARGIN-LEFT: 0px; COLOR: #ffffcc; FONT-FAMILY: Helvetica, "Times New Roman"}This capricious idea which is drowned in an external facade - is nothing but a dream a pretty lie
    In time you will learn, yet fears dig deep suggesting that time will be nothing but a tentative barometer
    Things look and seem in the right place, everything is exact to your required and lustful measurement
    A glowing example of the human race, parading the perfect example of what others should aspire to be
    A design - designed to make free spirits worry, worry about the outer space between them and others
    On this archetypal product a veneer glows like a glaze which hides the rust that eats away inside
    How can one be free when faced by stereo - typical - post - idealists, declaring war on self love
    Pictorial delusion infests all hope and advertises a template of which all lost eyes infest on
    This mutation of the exterior is merely a polish to hide the inferior mythology which presumes style
    It slips and slides and poses grace, hinting pure face as it sniggers choosing a vacuous Armour
    And you are fooled by this tinsel wrapping, which reflects how unrealized you really are
    This invented criterion is a visual soap opera created for the empty heart who fears the mind
    As the recommended lie oozes into place, the myth becomes a reality pertaining the lowest denominator
    Dictating the way, the way we should be - deconstructed, instructed - told and sold a classic ideal
    It threatens inner smiles and is crushed under steel, it squeals under emotional blackmail
    For systematic creed identity is pushed aside for the chosen utopia re - invented, invested
    Lives are re - constructed losing thy original core which once burned proud and warm
    Post - human triviality distorts our realities, opting for the shield that covers our true selves
    Soon we will become acceptable by the soul - less eyes who judge other peoples lives
    ENTRENCHED clothed in facile styles, dissected and conformed to the ultimate self mutilation
    And all this is because one must concede and conform to someone else's pretty lies

    marc garrett (1989)

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  • marc garrett | Sat Jun 22nd 2002 1 a.m.
    Hi Natalie,

    Ihave just had a look at vanilla sky & it does look like another waste brai=
    n space. Yet another well promoted distraction from life.

    marc

    you should whatch vanilla sky

    info@furtherfield.org wrote:

    This capricious idea which is drowned in an external facade - is nothin=
    g but a dream a pretty lie
    In time you will learn, yet fears dig deep suggesting that time will be=
    nothing but a tentative barometer
    Things look and seem in the right place, everything is exact to your re=
    quired and lustful measurement
    A glowing example of the human race, parading the perfect example of wh=
    at others should aspire to be
    A design - designed to make free spirits worry, worry about the outer s=
    pace between them and others
    On this archetypal product a veneer glows like a glaze which hides the =
    rust that eats away inside
    How can one be free when faced by stereo - typical - post - idealists, =
    declaring war on self love
    Pictorial delusion infests all hope and advertises a template of which =
    all lost eyes infest on
    This mutation of the exterior is merely a polish to hide the inferior m=
    ythology which presumes style
    It slips and ! slides and poses grace, hinting pure face as it sniggers=
    choosing a vacuous Armour
    And you are fooled by this tinsel wrapping, which reflects how unrealiz=
    ed you really are
    This invented criterion is a visual soap opera created for the empty he=
    art who fears the mind
    As the recommended lie oozes into place, the myth becomes a reality per=
    taining the lowest denominator
    Dictating the way, the way we should be - deconstructed, instructed - t=
    old and sold a classic ideal
    It threatens inner smiles and is crushed under steel, it squeals under =
    emotional blackmail
    For systematic creed identity is pushed aside for the chosen utopia re =
    - invented, invested
    Lives are re - constructed losing thy original core which once burned p=
    roud and warm
    Post - human triviality distorts our realities, opting for the shield t=
    hat covers our true selves
    Soon we will become acceptable by the soul - less eyes who judge other =
    peoples lives
    ENTRENCHED clothed in facile styles, dis! sected and conformed to the u=
    ltimate self mutilation
    And all this is because one must concede and conform to someone else's =
    pretty lies

    marc garrett (1989)

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  • marc garrett | Fri Jun 6th 2003 3:31 p.m.
    Pretty Lies

    This capricious idea that is drowned in an external facade - is nothing but
    a dream a pretty lie. In time you will learn, yet fears dig deep suggesting
    that time will be nothing but a tentative barometer. Things look and seem in
    the right place, everything is exact to your required and lustful
    measurement . A glowing example of the human race, parading the perfect
    example of what others should aspire to be. A design - designed to make free
    spirits worry, worry about the outer space between them and others. On this
    archetypal product a veneer glows like a glaze which hides the rust that
    eats away inside. How can one be free when faced by stereo - typical -
    post - idealists, declaring war on self love. Pictorial delusion infests all
    hope and advertises a template of which all lost eyes infest on.

    This mutation of the exterior is merely a polish to hide the inferior
    mythology which presumes style. It slips and slides and poses grace, hinting
    pure face as it sniggers choosing a vacuous Armour. And you are fooled by
    this tinsel wrapping, which reflects how unrealized you really are. This
    invented criterion is a visual soap opera created for the empty heart who
    fears the mind.

    As the recommended lie oozes into place, the myth becomes a reality
    pertaining the lowest denominator. Dictating the way, the way we should be -
    deconstructed, instructed - told and sold a classic ideal. It threatens
    inner smiles and is crushed under steel, it squeals under emotional
    blackmail. For systematic creed identity is pushed aside for the chosen
    utopia re - invented, invested.

    Lives are re - constructed losing thy original core which once burned proud
    and warm. Post - human triviality distorts our realities, opting for the
    shield that covers our true selves. Soon we will become acceptable by the
    soulless eyes who judge other peoples lives. ENTRENCHED clothed in facile
    styles, dissected and conformed to the ultimate self mutilation. And all
    this is because one must concede and conform to someone else's pretty
    lies...
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