Prince Edward Abbey Hoffman-La Roche

The first anti-depressant in a can, let him out and steal this desert solitaire.

"I am your father. Remember me in this light."

This post is a little iffy, but I don't seem to give a shit about that so here goes:

Inside the warehouse, the theme park extends into darkness. I arrive with me boys and wife. We purchase tickets and are lead to the Room of Great Darkness where we wait in line in the darkness. At the end of this room is a narrow flickering of dim neon, but we must wait our turn in line, even though we have no idea how long the line is because we are engulfed in darkness.

When the waiting ends we join the others on the Circling Stage. It appears we have been on the Circling Stage the entire time but didn't realize it because of the darkness and the invariability of the distant neon dull. Only the strobe holograms make us aware of our presence on the Circling Stage and as the consistency of the strobes light more of our environment we find stairs that lead to the Center of the Circling Stage. We move with the floor shifting below us, in this case, the floor is made of black indoor/outdoor carpet, the kind we have in our entry way, it has a specific name and when I realize it I will come back to this blog and edit. But find us now, in the Center of the Circle Stage, amongst the strangers.

The Neon Dull has grown more distant and there is the vague notion that if we could reach it a spaceship would be waiting for us. We never make it, because as we circle closer, the flickering Room of Great Darkness is lifted to house lights and accompanied with the message that all must leave the Circling Stage and the theme park altogether.

As we leave an employee of the theme park walks us out and tells us how stupid she finds the theme park especially the Room of Great Darkness. "It's just a rotating disc in a room with a strobe light flashing and illuminating a badly drawn mural."

I missed this part: when my family and I were on our way from the outer Circling Stage to the Center of the Circling Stage we paused at the top of the stairs and did a little Rockette dance to the Ben Folds playing in the room.

Anyway, as we leave the building I try and convince the theme park employee that I truly did enjoy the Land of Darkness. I am worried that she is on the verge of going postal, or in this case themal. We leave the theme park and I noticed elaborate garbage cans. Theme park garbage cans. I think, undeep: garbage cans are such a problem for theme parks.

Cut to next scene and I'm on top of outcropping of rocks looking out to sea. The sun is low in the sky, casting bright, warm light, it's what photographers call "golden hour." I'm with Jean-Paul Belmondo and Anna Karina and my extended family. I am preparing to leave with the two french actors on a hang-glider. I know I will not be coming back. I grab my sons one at a time, pull their heads to mine, hug them, look them in the eye and tell them: "I am your father. Remember me in this light." No one knows this is the last time they will see me, no one is upset except Adam who is crying into his mothers shirt. I pause at this and then jump off the cliff.

Going Live in 09

Hello Folks I just want to extend a heads up to my tremendous readership and spread the good news: ERADEE will be going live in 2009!

ZERO SOLO : A COLLABORATION WITH MYSELF

If anyone wants to participate in ZERO SOLO let me know.

Double Blogging - URGENT POST - PLEASE ONLY SUPER COOL AND/OR SUPER SWANKY PEOPLE READ THIS

**EZPOST** Today's Artist Statement **EZPOST**

I am interested in existing. I am interested in you existing. I am interested in these words existing between us.

I write words and take pictures and draw images to slow down and think about all this existing.

I imagine one mysterious being scratching a surface for the next mysterious being to admire. It is communication. It is attention. It is presence. It IS.

Hello, My Name is

Thank You Ed I feel special now

The Real Meaning of Paper Airplanes

In an effort to completely unify my life into one amalgamous blob of artistic endeavor I am inviting people from all my classes to participate in one of my other classes at an event known as HACK•A•CLASS. What we are asking, is for people to show up and perform that which they feel like showing up and performing in a classroom setting with as many other people performing at the same time as well. It should be crowded, awkward, and entertaining. I am asking people to not break things if at all possible. I'm wondering if anyone wants to participate in a staged flash mob pillow fight? The details of this event are becoming clearer and any interested body is welcome to approach me with their energy in regards to this information.

POSER • POZER

A person who acts in an affected manner in order to impress others.

A difficult or perplexing question or problem.

This Is ART

Does anybody want to form a group with me to take credit for the THIS IS ART graffiti that's been cropping up all over town?

I think we could issue a terror/artist statement saying there is more of that to come...

Dear Diary,

What if everything I do is lame? What if nobody comes around anymore? Why does everybody look at me so funny?

You know I've asked these questions of you before, but tonight at the dinner table I got the feeling I should just leave. Should I tell anyone of these thoughts? Maybe someday, diary.

What if I really am just like they say? Paranoid? Crazy?

You know, diary, I brought it up again tonight, that old weather talk... it's just playing a part, staking a claim. Wow, that really is lame, huh, diary!

What if the only game you play is your life? All clues to the sun! Words for my own code.

Oh! I just remembered! Do you know what Nicole said? She said: I should be a cult leader! Isn't that exciting! A cult leader!

You know that Will Sheff? Yeah... well dont tell anyone, but he is my favorite singer!

And maybe I don't know what I'm doing anymore, but that could be how I do things now! I've been thinking about this upcoming review and how I am going staple my plastic picture series and tell stories about how the world ended in 1968 in the middle of a Godard film and then proceed to not really care about my work at all. I'm wrapping it in baggies now. Like little crack viles!

What do you think diary?

I'm building a body, working up to the working out of my shell, getting ready to take on the real world.

Have I told you about the 3s and the 1s? Or the fact that I was supposed to be a world-class mathematician before I started dosing?

Thanks, diary, for listening,

johnETsunami

First Page of Plains Indians Coloring Book ©2000: I tore out a page and crumpled it 9 times and am now posting it to my blog because the last post was

lame.

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playing the f∞l

HI • I AM • PLAYING CLOWN • AGAIN • TRYING TO PREVENT • A LOOSE NOOSE • MEDITATING ON NOTHING • REACHING OUT • SOUND KEYBOARD TO THE LEFT EAR BUD • AS I FINGER KEY BORED TO THE RIGHT • WHAT DRIVES THIS TYPE: ME: E • THE SORROW GHOST • LOST AND LACKING LANGUAGE • TIRED OF ALL THESE ACQUAINTANCES • CONVERSING WITH IMAGINARY LOVERS ON DISTANT CONTINENTS • AND DREAMING OF A MILLION MINOR PLANS TO FUCK UP MY LIFE • JUST TO GIVE IT SOME ZEST • ANY ZEST • A PHONE CALL AT 3 IN THE MORNING WOULD BE WELCOME AT THIS POINT • AN INCREASE IN HEART RATE • A HIGHER PULSE COUNT • A LITTLE RUSHING BLOOD • HI • I AM • PLAYING THE FOOL • SPORTING SOME DEAD SONGS INTO MY HEAD ON MY BED AT NIGHT • OLD BURNING DREAMS • AND DEEDEE SAYS A ROPE WITH NOTHING IN MIND • BUT I CAN'T BRAID STRING WITHOUT THINKING OF GALLOWS • A ROPE WITH NOTHING IN MIND INDEED • AND SO I WAS BORN INTO NUMEROLOGY ON THE 31ST ON A HOLIDAY OF DARKNESS • AND I WOULDN'T SAY ANYTHING ABOUT IT IF WASN'T PERFECT • SKETCHING A SHADOW BODY • IN THIS ELECTRONIC EMBER • WHEN I JUST WANT SLEEP • AND ANOTHER FRAME OF MIND • AND THE LAST ELEVEN MONTHS ERASED FROM MY MEMORY • YES • I • THE FOOL • WANT THE YEAR BACK OR MOST OF IT • I WANT TO RETURN TO THE FOLD OF WHAT WAS POSSIBLE FOR THIS NOTIME • THIS NOTIME WITH NOTHING IN MIND • I'M GOING BACK TO WHAT WAS ONCE POSSIBLE BECAUSE IT WAS BETTER THAN THIS • PLAYING • OF THE FOOL

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