Angelo Plessas, from Untitled Portrait Gallery, 2009
For those who Know Best their mirror,
a Conspiracy revolves around.
Silence from behind devours a relic from the past.
Life is usually attached to lengths of magnetic fields.
You might be Emerging as something else.
I might Switch Back. All I wish is that when I start up,
my life will be OkaY
Keep, Art was Stolen By a Masked man in thong.
I thank Obama because he\’s black,
he said We love Colors.
You are feeling suicidal now please stop.
Apocalyptic, I contemplate the Universe around us.
elated quilt establishes despairingly
victorious coma becomes elatedly
thoughtful income clips deprecatively
beautiful sidewalk checks long-windedly
combative pie cracks giddily
crowded haircut buzzes dazzlingly
quaint answer enhances garishly
A TYPICAL DAY OF DALI AND GALA
DALI, materialized in a apartment. Many persons in a single body. It was the
sixth game of attention. Behaving scarcely angered, DALI punched a ninja star,
but this certainly didn't encourage DALI deciding what to do in smart way. Out of
nowhere, DALI hoped that DALI's marginal fidelity is to be perpetually positive,
because hatred is born out of fear. Unconsciously DALI emailed GALA, DALI's
neighbor/accomplice 'Free yourself from common sense', said DALI. DALI must
have seen GALA for 20 hours in Tahrir square during the Revolution some of
them were modest diabolical and empirical inspirations. GALA was a nobody.
Many persons outside a single body. Between the line of black and white. GALA
was outgoing more or less... pestering. DALI called GALA 'Somebody has to
listen to me' he said. 'These are the symptoms of the liberal-democratic affluent
society', said DALI.
GALA hypnotized by lazy DALI. 'Why and for whom does philosophy work today
?' , said GALA. GALA deliriously assured DALI that communists sneeze before
gaining mastery, yet spotted wolf androids usually indiscriminately turn red after
spinning rave vinyls from the 90's. GALA was not interested. GALA was
patronizing DALI but made him feel safer. 'I have Nothing to Admit', said GALA.
Why was GALA attempting to compromise the aesthetic values of DALI? While
GALA had deceived DALI with the scandal only three years prior. It was a crucial
worker... how could GALA resist? The narrator of the quasi-object.
'The growing realization of your affair', said GALA.
In an undefined moment, GALA screamed 'The problem now is the management
of real-time.' 'Surrender to a flying camera' 'If this person acts crazy so well, then
he must be mad!' A lie. A primitive thought came to the mind of DALI's, he
mumbled 'Human beings are not fundamentaly social.' DALI turned his memory
to notice a rectangle that seemed clearly out of place 'Honestly I am beginning to
give up on television.' 'Th-th-is boiling sun is driving me crazy!' Words copied
from indifferences republicans. 'This is what I learnt from society.' DALI nodded
with a fake smile...then, before GALA could react, DALI aptly moved toward the
rectangle and looked at it 'The internet is the product of the Pentagon.' The
celebration was the dominating problem.
'Enough with dialectical Utopia', said DALI. 'I am drifting into the void', said
GALA. But then Zeus appeared flamboyantly with his charismatic omen and
recreated DALI's worker. Sensing displeased, The Archibishop poured the animal
on the wet carpet. Entered the trance of '82 Corolla and zipped away with the
enthusiasm of 61 avatars jumping from a teensy bunch of germans. DALI flipped
cheerfully when saw this. DALI's secret was on a chessboard. It was a great
thing, too, because in ten fractions DALI's favorite Tv show, was going to come
on (followed immediately by 'When albino zombies encounter Kurdish grenade').
DALI was ecstatic. And so, everyone including GALA and a few weapon of mass
destruction-adding up royal tigers lived blissfully happy, forever after?
'Phychoanalysis is a formidable enterprise'. Who knows? The couple reunited for
'The faster I travel to the end of the world, the faster I come back', said DALI.