Theorem
the dealing with touch beyond mere fucking. the passions god burns within us; expressionism in the face of industrialism, rooted in a post-nut clarity-turned grave emptiness. corporatized revolutionism in post-fascist italia, revealing godless subtleties, turning towards the immersion of painting, dabbling with music, and a revelation of inhumane characteristics. the conclusive scream of transcendence, previously layered in beautiful imagery, allegories, cross-art implementation, and enigma. the influence people have over us and the need to see how love we’re in with the things we do; scribble the monotony.
piss on your art, fuck on your factory….embody christ.