You say potato I say it means comunism works

So my computer has a six inch long ( ;D ) condom sticker that says "just wear it." In black letters over the white silhouette of a condom in a black box that again is six inches long. I feel (when someone enters the gallery) to cover my sticker or make it less obvious. dear reader I suffer from the disease called "connotative meaning " . I know what you're saying how could I suffer from a concept well the fact is the symptoms are clear and made-up. We all experience this disease with our own symptoms and ailments and its sometimes irreversible.

I'm right now sitting in the downtown North Adams gallery toy shrine called Maya lll. This shrine of toys is assembled with nothing but glue wire and childhood hand-me-down plastic pieces of life's most valued memories. They're diligently woven together to create a true meaning we may find evident within ourselves. Dear reader again you may be asking why I'm telling you about this and whatever happened to the "connotative meaning disease" ...

Well one of the gallery attendants was smart enough to right down various ideas of what visitors and passer by thought of the artwork . Several ideas from "creating you identity" to "sins of the father" were written down. The one that struck me the most was " A junk drawer used in a creative way". I'm not saying this persons felt negatively about the instillation. I feel that culture has given us a whole new meaning on the statements given us or that we create ourselves.
Due to environment, life experience and just the way we were raised. People are given the tools to there own meaning. So I believe dear reader that art may have a purpose of the artist but the interpretation and the meaning can be given by who soever wants. A perfect example is the infamous Mona Lisa you say potato I say she smiling, you say tomato I say its a self portrait. True beauty and meaning varies so much much that there isn't any absolute truth anymore.

So my condom sticker is hidden because not all meaning is of my own. my meaning is who ever decides to screw around should ride the latex glove to the oven of creation or the exit of dumpness( whatever you're into) to avoid AIDs or BABYs. But to someone else it the invitation to promiscuity and depravity and to some suttbex. To others it's know all tell all simple and relaxed word.

So some of you are wondering "what the cure?"... well there isn't. The only thing to do is to analyze more and more and think about why you give things the meaning they have. Well I hope they're all good meanings. I mean people burned books because of what they felt was the true meaning behind something. Well reader till we meet again.

junxtaposition

i can pretend to turn this cheek or that one
or even raise my nose up
with a sense of self worth and loathing
i fall harder to the ground
each tear impacting my chest
causing a sort of imploding pain
to my exploding angst and aggravation
as i learn the hardest of lesson of love and life
each like
in the case of alanis a pill of jagged proportions
but more so the p!nk version of a pill that doesn't make it better at all just worse
sitting in my room with this juxtaposition of image and feeling
false and real serious and laid back
causing a swirl in the pool on my memory of this salty saline solution
that makes my problems unresolved
im the living emotion river
lacking the hottopic price tag
and immature tagging
broken form of a previous handlers mistreatment
i don't know if this symphonies key change goes to cute major or minor ending
all i know is that this barrage of spears of action films past
are blowing through my chest
and its making it pretty damn hard to play my part
my fingers tremble now as i write speak type and tickle these
unrelenting feelings
the worst of all phobias knocking a my door burlap sack in one hand and spade in the other
just ready to smother me in my most helpless of situations
the door to door salesman that has
""Be kind, for everyone you meet is fighting a hard battle" tattooed against his sack
the one i lick and stimulate
the one im of a course a little bitch for
my fate caused by my own hand or finger
not dialing the right corresponding tiles of numbers and letters
and lets face it its hard if you have seen a phone for the first time and don't know why so many symbols are on one key
not blaming someone because its not proper and not what going on or whatever
wondering maybe straight ahead is the way to be
and not a fag all the time
a fantastically amorous guy
for those of you who don't know me and may get
scared
offended
prejudice
phobic
neurotic
jealous
incomplete
questioning
curious
certain
stubborn
and not just the breeder but the cock feeders too

so what is to become of me
as i venture down to the salty depths of my eyes
to the black paint
tainted pill and alcohol concoction
the release and relaxed poop shoot of emotion
well i think ill be fine
i will run scream cry cream
my pants the tortilla
till its nice and sweet
and i heard possibly doing what many fear and never do