Wed 26th May 2564. [ last day in Bangkok ]

Pulls up olde lines from other paradigms & reads out loud to the friendly crowd; “We were inspired by the Archaic Revival, Folk Heroes & Satori futurists with a spirit for connecting the dots around art x design, 21st century economics & the third force – also known as ೱ “the gypsy’s edge”.


Now swigs a bottle of local brew & continues; “A global network of activists writers artists designers hackers tricksters poets philosophers & punks; fighting for people over profits; stopping big corporations from behaving badly; & holding the biggest companies in the world to account.

        Then looks out the window; “This pandemonic

      is turning all the local independent ideas

                             into mere empty tombs

                   of ‘once thriving’ one-offs.

           This town is turning into a ghost town,              

              all the clubs are being closed down, bands won’t play no more,             

        not even dancing to yrh high street crawls …

♩ ♪ ♫ ♬

This town (town) is coming like a ghost town
All the clubs have been closed down
This place (town) is coming like a ghost town
Bands won’t play no more
Too much fighting on the dance floor
Do you remember the good old days before the ghost town?
We danced and sang, and the music played in a de boomtown
This town (town) is coming like a ghost town
Why must the youth fight against themselves?
Government leaving the youth on the shelf
This place (town) is coming like a ghost town
No job to be found in this country
Can’t go on no more
The people getting angry
This town is coming like a ghost town
This town is coming like a ghost town
This town is coming like a ghost town
This town is coming like a ghost town

Dear design.

Why has art become like a business for corporate advantages?

Art, for the most part, is not really “art” anymore. It is barely decoration. Most of it could be called “personal display,” with dollar signs attached.

If we want a living, vital art again, we must go on a quest for something lost and suppressed – something forfeited long ago. We won’t find it in the white box of the gallery or the museum, or even within the exploded frame of the deconstructive or post-structural, the curatorial or the archival.

We have played out all the familiar buzzwords until they sound like tinplate notes from an old pianola.

A long time ago, art was a primordial, sacred expression of a world saturated with supernatural manna. Art was direct revelation. Art illuminated our sense of unity with the Cosmos.


Center for Planetary Culture

Website ofthe Night.

NoFishing.Net SeaShephard

Fishing nets are killing our ocean. And if the ocean dies, we die. Take action now on and help free the ocean from fishing nets.

Website created by makemepulse. is a campaign created for Sea Shepherd to draw attention to the irreversible damage fishing nets within oceans. An experiential site bringing this important narrative to life and allowing users to educate themselves and donate to the work of Sea Shepherd.


A striking show of solidarity! While the corporate world embraces #BLM and squashes any voices supporting Palestinians, the BLM movement has thrown itself behind Palestinians. The struggle is global! #FreePalestine

It’s not just solidarity… it’s the same struggle. This is why we’re pushing for a #WorldwideGeneralStrike. Colonial oppression is global. Systemic racism is global. The arms trade is global. Palestinians held a #GeneralStrike, now it needs to go global!



They blame it on glitches in their algorithms … but we’re not satisfied. Instagram and Twitter have been censoring and deleting content in support of Palestinians. So we’re demanding transparency about how the algorithm decides what to censor. #MakeSecrecyTaboo #FreePalestine

Friday 28th May 2564; 08:40AM [ … ]

   “Nowlh larkh; [ continues munching on hash brownies from mackies & looks up while still holding the gon ]

I wouldn’t have an issue with the corporation, if they were giving back some, fellas. Giving something back;

[ still munching; licks ketchup ]

[ … ]

summinkh from dem huge global profits. Fuck maybe even finally ending their blood thirty slaughter & cleft hoof Holocaust they signed up for way back when on the corporeal DOOM contract. It is the fucking largest restaurant chain in the world after all. With a revenue of 20 billion a year, serving over 69 million customers daily in over 100 countries.

Fast-food clapbacks are just the latest manifestation of a 300 year corporate takeover.

[ Now smiles like a ghetto Fox having a laugh with the lockhz ]

Yuh knowlh studies of litter have found that McDonald’s is one of the most littered brands worldwide.

Youh knowlh why that is, no doubt. Without surprise. Fine.

[ Attention nowlh back to the next hash brown ]

When will these super fat companies with filthy rich figures at the tip top of their money trains; give back something more than a wrap full of cash just to tick a done something box in their heartless corporeal holds.

[ Looks over behind the brothers Richard and Maurice who are now dead & shitting themselves knowing their afters have been signed to the wolves ]

You wanna bite?

[ Flicks smoke in a whirl which seems to dance round the room like a ghostly omen ]

[ slurps a tiny ice coffee, gives it a shake & throws it down ]


“Yuh knowl, I can’t stop Dasha tuckin in for Brugger on a cheeky Tuesday morning, nahmeme.

Hell. Some of us call it the Hyper Cryptic Oath.


There’s something about the shape in paths, colours over arch that keeps me praying in dreams for something of value from this pretty little yellow in red word & mark.


[ lights another cigarette, contemplates the image above the gates with wrathfull god like & fearful wisdom on the edge grids of symmetry and its real meaning ]


It’s Sunday, while the best rest they send us to deliver the last test.



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