Audition
Name: Sebastian
Age: 20
Location: Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia. (aka third world hellhole)
(i'm submitting stuff from my blog. since my blog IS my art nowadays)
FIRST PIECE
It's eight or nine at night, and I'm riding on the Melbourne Tram system. And she's sitting just opposite me, and right next to her mom. She's probably in her teens, I think. She has light brunette for hair, a narrow face and scrawny figure, and jenim jacket worn on top of a t-shirt. gives her a slightly morose, diffident look. She's gaunty gorgeous. hauntingly beautiful like a tragic lolita from the Holocaust. She isn't very attractive in conventional Britney Spears terms. She's attractive in a tranquil but melancholic Virginia Woolf painting sort of way.
She was staring at me for awhile I think. analyzing the curious, displaced Oriental creature. her eyes maybe begging me to liberate her from some real or hallocinogenic concentration camp. I notice her and I'm staring back. but our eyes don't meet, hers' flickers away to softly pierce whatever's outside. It was like that for us. constant evasion of the eye. this was our little game. our way of connecting by not connecting.
She's talking to her mom. maybe alerting her to the presence of the obsessed sociopath that's looking this way. or maybe not. maybe asking for how much longer till destination. maybe asking for yesterday's lottery numbers. maybe asking for the average weight of a head of cabbage. maybe asking for a Christmas present. maybe asking for world peace. maybe, maybe.
I want to stretch her on a canvas. watch her watch me from behind the frame. with those eyes, those eyes with "SAVE ME" written all over them. or "LOVE MY BROKEN HEART".
Doors slide 'phish' open. This guy comes in. he hooks an arm around a metal pole. Doors slide 'phish' close. The tram is moving again.
He loudly calls out "HEY!" to (and I look around) no one in particular.
"HEY! HEY!" he goes again.
"Let me tell you something about the Liberals. They're nothing but a bunch of liars. Howard and his bunch of liars. Their policies will ruin, will destroy this country. Enough of this Liberal disgrace." the smell of alcohol just breezes by.
(note for the non-politically informed: he was talking about the Australian Liberal Party, which is ironically a CONSERVATIVE party. The Liberal Party, under the leadership of John Howard, supported the Iraqi war and committed Australian troops to the conflict. Howard and his Liberals are strong supporters of George W. Bush's careless, neo-imperialist policies, and inherited a good deal of their campaign strategies from the U.S. Republican Party. The Liberal Party's main opposition is the Australian Labor Party.)
"Liberals are bought by the corporations. Now Labor... Labor is different. Labor is for the common man. Labor is for the family. Labor is for the middle-class. Liberals are just bullshit".
Hoo yeah. I pretty much agree. I wanted to clap or something. or at least say "Yeah, dude!!" but I'm afraid the alcohol in his blood might just make him wanna come over and strangle me or something. so I'm in quiet, jubilant agreement. Read my head: Bush is a moron. and Howard is his puppy.
He continues,"Liberals want to install cameras everywhere and spy into your everyday lives. They want to fuck with your privacy. That's what you need to remember about Liberals -- cameras! Cameras everywhere!"
He's slicing air with his hand to make his point. "Liberals, cameras. Liberals, cameras. Liberals, cameras". this is his mantra.
The tram slows down for the next stop. Doors 'phish' open again.
"Remember! Liberals, cameras!" he says as his farewell punchline, and staggers out into a city washed in orange streetlight.
Doors 'phish' close, and the tram starts again. Everyone is amused, and gives a giggle. Beautiful Holocaust girl just smiles.
SECOND PIECE
So I'm in the Advertising Copyrighting class. And the lecturer is trying to explain how an effective ad builds up to a climax. He's trying to find the right words. He says, with hands gesturing, "Coming. Coming. Came". he means this in a rather innocent way. The class takes it in another. the class sizzles with giggles. I giggle up a sizzle too.
Coming. Coming. Came. After that, life is a drag.
Post-ejaculation is the one of the closest things to degree zero of existence. is limbo. Suddenly you think sex is dumb. ridiculous. ludicrous. Suddenly your animal is muted. your preprogrammed survivalist-reproductive instincts collapse into a hollow hollow. Life defined as libidinal rage fades. You don't feel the need to 'go forth and multiply' as is the creedo of the Great Commission of Evolution.
Ejaculation leads to momentary awareness of the naked human condition. leads to existential crisis. And then smog of lust encloses again, and you know you really want to fuck someone's brains out. You wake up from the coma that is reality into a dream again.
famous historical ejaculation:
"I came, I saw, I conquered". Moment of Sartrean apprehension leading to disregard of one's life leading to unusual courage and wrecklessness leading to victorious subjugation of ancient Europe.
Instant metaphysics. just add pussy. or wank for single servings.
Masturbation is philosophical method. Porn is philosophical stimulus.
and then there's drugs.
Age: 20
Location: Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia. (aka third world hellhole)
(i'm submitting stuff from my blog. since my blog IS my art nowadays)
FIRST PIECE
It's eight or nine at night, and I'm riding on the Melbourne Tram system. And she's sitting just opposite me, and right next to her mom. She's probably in her teens, I think. She has light brunette for hair, a narrow face and scrawny figure, and jenim jacket worn on top of a t-shirt. gives her a slightly morose, diffident look. She's gaunty gorgeous. hauntingly beautiful like a tragic lolita from the Holocaust. She isn't very attractive in conventional Britney Spears terms. She's attractive in a tranquil but melancholic Virginia Woolf painting sort of way.
She was staring at me for awhile I think. analyzing the curious, displaced Oriental creature. her eyes maybe begging me to liberate her from some real or hallocinogenic concentration camp. I notice her and I'm staring back. but our eyes don't meet, hers' flickers away to softly pierce whatever's outside. It was like that for us. constant evasion of the eye. this was our little game. our way of connecting by not connecting.
She's talking to her mom. maybe alerting her to the presence of the obsessed sociopath that's looking this way. or maybe not. maybe asking for how much longer till destination. maybe asking for yesterday's lottery numbers. maybe asking for the average weight of a head of cabbage. maybe asking for a Christmas present. maybe asking for world peace. maybe, maybe.
I want to stretch her on a canvas. watch her watch me from behind the frame. with those eyes, those eyes with "SAVE ME" written all over them. or "LOVE MY BROKEN HEART".
Doors slide 'phish' open. This guy comes in. he hooks an arm around a metal pole. Doors slide 'phish' close. The tram is moving again.
He loudly calls out "HEY!" to (and I look around) no one in particular.
"HEY! HEY!" he goes again.
"Let me tell you something about the Liberals. They're nothing but a bunch of liars. Howard and his bunch of liars. Their policies will ruin, will destroy this country. Enough of this Liberal disgrace." the smell of alcohol just breezes by.
(note for the non-politically informed: he was talking about the Australian Liberal Party, which is ironically a CONSERVATIVE party. The Liberal Party, under the leadership of John Howard, supported the Iraqi war and committed Australian troops to the conflict. Howard and his Liberals are strong supporters of George W. Bush's careless, neo-imperialist policies, and inherited a good deal of their campaign strategies from the U.S. Republican Party. The Liberal Party's main opposition is the Australian Labor Party.)
"Liberals are bought by the corporations. Now Labor... Labor is different. Labor is for the common man. Labor is for the family. Labor is for the middle-class. Liberals are just bullshit".
Hoo yeah. I pretty much agree. I wanted to clap or something. or at least say "Yeah, dude!!" but I'm afraid the alcohol in his blood might just make him wanna come over and strangle me or something. so I'm in quiet, jubilant agreement. Read my head: Bush is a moron. and Howard is his puppy.
He continues,"Liberals want to install cameras everywhere and spy into your everyday lives. They want to fuck with your privacy. That's what you need to remember about Liberals -- cameras! Cameras everywhere!"
He's slicing air with his hand to make his point. "Liberals, cameras. Liberals, cameras. Liberals, cameras". this is his mantra.
The tram slows down for the next stop. Doors 'phish' open again.
"Remember! Liberals, cameras!" he says as his farewell punchline, and staggers out into a city washed in orange streetlight.
Doors 'phish' close, and the tram starts again. Everyone is amused, and gives a giggle. Beautiful Holocaust girl just smiles.
SECOND PIECE
So I'm in the Advertising Copyrighting class. And the lecturer is trying to explain how an effective ad builds up to a climax. He's trying to find the right words. He says, with hands gesturing, "Coming. Coming. Came". he means this in a rather innocent way. The class takes it in another. the class sizzles with giggles. I giggle up a sizzle too.
Coming. Coming. Came. After that, life is a drag.
Post-ejaculation is the one of the closest things to degree zero of existence. is limbo. Suddenly you think sex is dumb. ridiculous. ludicrous. Suddenly your animal is muted. your preprogrammed survivalist-reproductive instincts collapse into a hollow hollow. Life defined as libidinal rage fades. You don't feel the need to 'go forth and multiply' as is the creedo of the Great Commission of Evolution.
Ejaculation leads to momentary awareness of the naked human condition. leads to existential crisis. And then smog of lust encloses again, and you know you really want to fuck someone's brains out. You wake up from the coma that is reality into a dream again.
famous historical ejaculation:
"I came, I saw, I conquered". Moment of Sartrean apprehension leading to disregard of one's life leading to unusual courage and wrecklessness leading to victorious subjugation of ancient Europe.
Instant metaphysics. just add pussy. or wank for single servings.
Masturbation is philosophical method. Porn is philosophical stimulus.
and then there's drugs.