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Posted by Socra Teez on February 20, 2013 at 9:00 PM

considering I've have been the hueman disclaimer, this TRULY shouldn't be suprising...but then, ALLOW ME TO RE-INTODUCE MYSELF!!! ;) the CURATOR HAS A HOUSE AND THE HEATHENS HAVE A HOME!!!


for the record, I never professed to be the best. Is what it is, right? Therefore, tap dancing with Destiny does not compute. I have long since understood my purpose. I simply never wanted the wrong conditions to plague my process. Honestly, the closest people to me inaccurately assess me, so being “mislabeled” is nothing new. Hell, I’ve heard some propaganda regarding me that made ME laugh. The objective truth, right? kewl beans


Question…how often does truth mutate in your mind? That it does, is not of concern…repeating “known’s” makes how much sense? For it ‘necessity’ has created a desire in me that has made much sense, but been of little use…until now. God gave me a charge several years ago. I merely asked for the opportunity to select ‘my’ ministry. I wanted to work with those who knew perfection is an aim, not a residual place…not at least where they resided at the moment. Hence, being mislabeled a misunderstood alien has been beautiful.


Being a heathen has been hella kewl. Some beautifully strange learning schemes I could have never dreamed have been bestowed to me, but kewl. A friend described me as a beautiful nightmare. Best description I’ve heard. I am at the center of logic and faith, between pleasure and pain. As no wine appeals to every palate, I have thusly understood my plate…not for everyone’s table. I am...I repeat, I am NOT for everyone! I am, however for those who appreciate and love art as I do. I am a conduit. How God chooses to use me, is an argument to offer to Him…not me. I am a teacher…I am an artist…not particularly sensitive to criticism regarding my work. I didn’t create the characters, I only expose them. Knowing the words serve a much greater purpose than my plan, I don’t get too hung up on idiots these days. Is what it is.


Still, it is rather cumbersome to know that I am the system’s Sigmund…I am the system’s Freud. Argue with the work all you wish, I am still that which is discussed. Not the creator, but an innovator nonetheless. Buddy of mine, Birdwalker, reminded me that my classroom is beyond walls…my classroom is the stage. Since securing a building to train in, I am more confident than ever of our promise. With whatever you do, LET IT BE BEAUTIFUL!!! ARS VITA: Art is Life.


My mother once asked me if I was afraid to speak up for myself. Laughable as I look back, but still asked. Although much of the past has been reanimated by black & white artist in HD, I am not certain three is an adequate number to call dimensions. Perhaps this is the same philosophy promoters employ charging artist to have them entertain themselves. Some things simply don’t add up…never have, never will. BUT I BE DAMN IF YOU’RE GOING TO CHARGE ME TO ENTERTAIN YOU?! I cannot ask “where they do THAT at”, because apparently HOUSTON is the answer! But then, if you regard this craft as a poor man’s sport, then who holds their head high for the championship?


Performance, is much more than being before a few. My assistant and friend, Edith, informed me that perhaps many simply don’t know…don’t hold the new responsible for the ignorance offered…at my hand. Ok…point well taken…it HAS been a minute since “the curator” was on the scene…kewl beans! However, please be patient with me…last time I was to resurface, a super cute kid became the sum…lol…I’m nervous! Even still, I am a vocal technician of sound…I am a master artist, who is an instructor of the arts. From the choir stand to the pulpit, from the boardroom to the stage, I have mastered center stage. I have mastered the microphone.

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