The Miizzzard stands alone underneath the mystic crystal pinnacle of his trans-dimensional hypercastle, focusing the magical energies to better delve into the universe. The weight of it all presses against his flesh as if he were buried in mud at the bottom of the ocean; and yet, he is lighter than air atop a structure that cannot be contained in any one locus of the space-time continuum. The paradoxes of his life drive him down the cascading steps, tapestries of lost times mocking his vision; which at times, can cut into the vastness of infinity. But not now. It is occluded.
July 13th, 2007
July 12th, 2007
A Mystical Weave
The Miizzzard has finally finished weaving his face-scrambling cloth:
Here are the results,
giving the Miizzzard a new vizzard:
When applied to his hat,
the cloth transmutes it into an autonomous being
with hidden trans-dimensional vortices,
similar in structure to our Miizzzard’s hypercastle.
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July 11th, 2007
The Fourth Pronoun
The Miizzzard is neither male nor female, and both; and at times, one or the other, or one of those in-between or beyond. Ze will wear whatever mask. The integral of zir relational path thru space-time produces a fourteenth-dimensional hypersexuality.
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July 9th, 2007
M I I Z Z Z A R D R I E S
The Miizzzard synchronized three of his selves disparate in space-time so that they could access the resultant Miizzzardries and construct the pinnacle crystal of the hypercastle.
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July 4th, 2007
Mizzzardries
Three mizzzards caught in a space/time fluxxx in the suburrrbs
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June 29th, 2007
Post Script
He would sit in his apartment in the nights of heat and rain and weave, or fold paper, or sew; and as he carefully and drunkenly constructed these illusory selves, he thought of the person who he wanted to be, and he thought of a feminist class he had taken in college, and it was one thought rolling thru his head in time to the music and the wheels and the dawn that would come and pass once more: “Biology is no longer destiny.”
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“When I was a little kid, I would sit in the bath tub and play with all the shampoos and bubble baths that were sitting around the rim of the tub. I would mix them together in a little plastic cup, and think that if I mixed them just right, and drank it, I would be transformed into Bowser, and I could romp around the town, breathing fire and destroying stuff.”
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G L Y X T C H D
Yesssssssssssssssssss I luuuuuuuuuv the Duuuuuuuurty Bmoooooooooooore
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New Blog Posting of an Old Event (May 2007)
Performance at “Hacking Utopia(s)” at Current Space, show curated by Michael Benevento and was open from May 11th to June 5th
Here are close-ups of the photographs on the wall, plus a bonus photo, all five done in collaboration with Anne Dunckel:
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New Blog Posting of an Old Event (Last Weekend of April, 2007)
Neo-Arcadia the Fourth (Fyooozzzboxxxx 2007)
A Being in the Digital Realm
The Digital Being Enters the Toxic Material World
The Digital Being is Dying and Must Be Healed
The Digital Being is Revived and Mystically Reborn
The Holy One Speaks to Citizens of Neo-Arcadia…
…As We Serve the Digital God in the Temple of Transfiguration…
…And Johnny Ciscernos Gives Us the Celestial Music of the Spheres.
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