Illegal spraypainting. Bring it up, open the old wounds, bring it to the surface… Show them the city’s statute. Outside of reason. This is the same dynamic of argument from the absolutist extremist character assault extortionist racketeer band of rapist thieves perpetrating atrocities. Me: “Yea, but you will not find one victim…” (except from your inaccurate, out of context, extremely disproportionate “recreations” that entity has on their person). Unlike you and your rape machine, my soul and conscience does not have atrocities on it or victims that I owe justice to… The world is divided into catholics versus protestants. Every translation of that (the house of Jews, the house of atheism, the house of science, the house of every religion, of every country and nation, the house of Germany, the house of India, the house of Mexico, etcetera) is either one or the other. The difference of eternally incompatible houses: Legitimized rape / theft = the house of great britain. Literal absolutism extremism = white male chauvinism protestantism / shammai-ism great british, Figurative reason sanity respect of women humility= catholicism / hillelian-ism irish. Irish Hillel por vida and after Kurveh Ein Teshuva Krewz.Ketu, Mercy, Forgiveness, Humility, Kindness. Ketu means hope. The story is at the old insane asylum North of Osuna on Edith. I went there and felt a presence and saw visions of sadomasachistically bound and raped females. There were chemical and medical torture victims there (their souls possibly). The story of this artwork is there is a really bad person torturing and raping. Then Ketu of the sky descends down and homicides the bad man, but dies when he kills the bad man. Ketu’s body is laid to rest with a rock above his head. His body is honored and laid to rest and the worms come and eat his corpse. There is nothing but dead trees, but after the worms eat of Ketu’s body, they feed the roots of those dead trees and they come to life and their leaves are leaves of gold. It is a rebirth of the trees. Go to this place, the city or county is revamping it and turning into an open space area. What do you feel? Do you sense any of the badness that I sensed? It provoked me to paint this painting and I cried at the sadness of the victims. 35.157345223876476, -106.62355339521498FunOne day, this nail appeared on our backyard wall.Where was this? Farmington? When I saw and took a picture of this, it said “SEWER”.I am waiting for you deep in the underworld…
