Monday, February 24, 2014
I feel like saying something will set a route for a ride waving from heaven we have to be good to each other like angels high five-ing more hugging and generosity better than coins a silent powered mayhem. An infinity which must loop for endless it goes we can't see the matter of fact impossibility on paper yet maybe a point and out shines it's rays all lines w infinity to go, how can then it be measured as speed only from it's very start and is or could that point be a place we can stand on, like the solution to the mess we r in as a challenge or study on our time til we decide to actually DO SOMTHIN' so we keep sitting for a while we can interpret as weeks since time is an illusion... We them go from there.... We find that we r suddenly trapped behind bars and can't tap into the genie we will eventually have programmed into us and yet that advancement in our productivity would save us sooo much time and money and hassle that we would see the job losses about it, negative thoughts of comfort zone will hold us back it's energy and I know u know this by now! What did we think in the 1920's when ladies gossiped and became flappers and the movies and the parties and the underground lifestyle of the ppl,,, they were excited about like not afraid for their lives... Like simply bc we can go out spend a bunch of stupid ridiculous amount of cash and still something bad happens and then the worst is having a thing w cops since the drinking makes u worth nothing. I just Wana apologize to everyone for everything I Wana be awesome and I am saying "Peace be with You"'
Posted by TAMBO TWITTER at 6:57 AM
Thursday, February 20, 2014
Glasstress exhibition at London College of Fashion, 27 November 2013 – 22 February 2014 “We spend half of our lives listening to other people. We can become prisoners of others endless need of talking about themselves. As a result there is a culture of unfulfilled relationships emerging as dialogues are being replaced by monologues. To mark this condition, a piece was cast to prop the body in a frozen position, endlessly listening to another, while simultaneously aiming to capture the water-like quality of the glass, to embody timeless associations of water with comfort, soothing and caring.” Hussein Chalayan,
Posted by TAMBO TWITTER at 6:44 PM
Tuesday, February 18, 2014
their are no clouds anymore, just lines across the sky, the sky is a murky place, no stars in sight where i lay either. the clouds are gone. the ice is melted or melting, the poles are farther than i thought, the ice has melted so the ocean bigger than i thought. the money is gone, now just blls are printed w no worth, the moneys gone its got no meaning anymore. the sadness here, without reason to exist cuz nothings here to give value to exist. spinning in the galaxy... of dust, created by ur cigarettes...
Posted by TAMBO TWITTER at 9:58 PM
Saturday, February 1, 2014
"BUT ONE OF THE MOST BEAUTIFUL TRAITS OF ALL IS HUMOR. THE SCOWLS WORN BY THE DANCERS WERE WHAT IS CALLED “GRITFACE” WHICH IS A TRADITIONAL ELEMENT IN SOME FACTIONS OF THE STEPPING COMMUNITY, MEANT TO SYMBOLIZE THE INTIMIDATION OF AN OPPONENT. I CANT TAKE CREDIT FOR INVENTING IT. IT'S OBVIOUSLY A CHEERFUL EXAGGERATION THAT CAN BE FOUND IN OLD DANCES GLOBALLY LIKE THE MAORI TRIBES OR KABUKI. I THOUGHT THIS EXAGGERATED ARTIFICE WAS VERY WITTY IN ITS DISMISSAL OF STANDARD BEAUTY." Rick Owens, fashion designer http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3BoNmpvkavo
Posted by TAMBO TWITTER at 3:25 PM