Julien Donkey-Boy

Chaos reiterating itself - to minds drowning in symbolism chaos is that of the artsy fartsy, schizophrenia is delusion. Form insists otherwise flashing around space as we are the voices in Julien's head, aliens pressing our faces against the electronic film of reality deciphering language of the deity - "Korine". Are voices of the dead real - were the dead ever real. Chaos Magick exercised filmically - I hate this feeling but as the allegory of the cave goes, there's no option but to connect with the schizophrenic. Lesser than the schizophrenic in our lack to process the poem of repeated chaos- and our beings as intertwined with that poetry. Eternal love, fun and joy, followed quickly by another eternity of fear, terror and pain. If there was ever a moment without Jesus, by truth of eternity he was never there - a flickering image. Divine illusion of the visual. "I used to think that I could see a lot, but I found out that I couldn't see very much, that my vision was almost slim to none. I thought that I could see totally."