HOLLYWOOD

(Sometimes I'm a bit angered that we are not offered better art to feed the soul of our culture.)

Paint your 190" viewing screen throughout the ether. The ethereal ether holds high your images as they float through the air.

We are addicted to your images. Those images that cry to touch us - and deliver us from ourselves.
ACTION, Addiction,
affliction, contradiction,
a predilection to paint desperate scenes of blood and constriction
as it flows from your canvas.

Your canvas where you cry and moan from the pain of those images. These images done w/ great skill and superb camera work that flow as on the wave of the rappers hand with a solid backbeat,
repeating,
mistreating,
a fleeting
greeting
utter defeat of the human bleeding.
Bleeding from the soul
needing
retreating from the beating
the beating they receive from your sophisticated held held quiver in place one shot of death.

Your shot accelerates our heartbeat, and that blood makes me want to see more, and more, and more, until your screen running red from blood, sucks us all in.
Anticipation,
heart acceleration,
and affliction .
Addiction to the highest high, and the biggest rush.

Your art, your technique, your production are second to none. Like the finest crystal holding a thirty year old Cabernet.

But your crystal holds blood, sinew, and adrenalin, pumping your cop shows
straight through my veins.

These veins that pump from a heart beating and rushing that red life force through me, with 500Hz pumping at 108 DB. Shaking my walls and breaking my windows that show the gateway to my soul.

Your cop shows, blood flow, don’t you know, floods my soul, and I just wanna go.