Oh Banksy, You're The Banksyest!

If you want to talk about street art, you want to act like you know about making an impact in a world where art imitates life and most likely vice versa, you want to talk about a movement within a movement within a society's restrictions and freedoms, you want to talk about worldwide wonder created with every awe-inspiring piece, you have to, no you need to start with the one who goes by the name of Banksy, also known in certain circles as Mr. Brainwash.

With the release of his debut film, Exit Through the Gift Shop and consequential Academy Award nominations for Best Documentary, Banksy's admirably amazing availability and artistic ability was released into the wild known as mainstream media.

We know all about the conundrum that is known as selling out. You know, all eventually successful artists find themselves susceptible to being called a sellout at any given moment by any given diehard fan or circumstantial critic. This unfair accusation usually culminates with the artist's totally deserving praise and award-winning work after years of toiling as a quote: underground artist. The hard-core fans are upset, because let's face it: we are selfish, we don't want to share and we want the distinct pleasure of knowing that we know something no one else does. That makes us happy. That validates our endless seeking.

But deep down, we are happy for the Banksys, the Arcade Fires, the Darren Aronofskys, the (on a personal and older tip) Incubuses of the world. We are happy for them, because there is no denying their raw power and magnetic attraction and we can't help it if the rest of the world is slow to catch on to the awesomeness of our interests.

My Amateur Protest

This is my amateur protest.
This is Pro-Life, Pro-Choice, Pro-Yes.
This is Pro-Gay, Pro-Straight, Pro-Sex.
This is Pro-America, Pro-World, Something to protect.

This is Pro-Love, Pro-Giving, significantly prolific.
This is Pro-Soul, Pro-Spiritual, Pro-Lyrical.
This is Pro-Democracy, Pro-Anarchy.
This happens to be Pro-Peace, but Pro-War when necessary.

This is Pro-Constitution, Pro-Solution.
This is Pro-VegeTERRYnism, Pro-Disestablishmentarianism.

So I guess that makes me the Protaganist
in this amateur protest...

Suffering agonizing defeat after agonizing defeat only makes you more hungry for victory.

So this is Pro-Individual, Pro-Family, whatever that may be.
This is Pro-Enlightenment, eyeing the solution toward which we eek closer and closer to
with every rhyme I speak.

This is Pro-Fantasy, Pro-Reality.
This is Pro-Happiness. Don't be mad at me...

This is Pro-Cassius Clay, Pro-Muhammad Ali.
This is a prototype of perfection marinating.

This definitely, quixotically QUID PRO QUO.
What do we really know about where we go?

This is Pro-Social, Pro-Solitude.
This is Pro-Infinity, Pro-Balance.

Pro-Possibility's Magnitude...

So I guess that makes me The Protaganist in this amateur protest...

Suffering agonizing defeat after agonizing defeat only makes you more hungry for victory.

So process the progress.

Proverbs and pronouns.
Unwound and presented to you...
from me...

RIGHT NOW...

L ike S tegosaurus' D iet

I like Aesop Rock CDs
and Quentin Tarantino movies.

I like acid flashbacks
and Sambazon Acai.

I like keeping it (sur)real; turn, kneel, pray, appeal.

I like Brandon Boyd's poetry, junky authors
and Salvador Dali.

I like coincidental occurences, challenging the status quo.

I like psychedelic nourishment, stimulating the intellect at once the way to go.

I, like Stegosaurus' Diet, am an herbivore

with some shit you've never heard before.

Flowing, finding, flying...SOAR!

Really?

You think you're just gonna up and get discovered. Newsflash: You're not.

You think life's a fucking game. It's not. Well, sometimes it is, and when it is, it's super fun.

But life's not a game. It's not a race. It has races, but not those kinds of races where you run. The kind where you ruin chances to create meaning.

You think that if you think hard enough about something, if you really concentrate on it, if you REALLY wish for it or pray for it or want it or yearn for it, that it will just come to you.

It won't.

You gotta do something for yourself. No one will ever do it for you.

You think ignorance is bliss.

I feel sorry for your ignorant fingerprints.

But I love you all nonetheless...

These are my fellow humans?

Really?

Me and My Nutshell

Social CommenTERRY

Musical Expression

Global Unification

Lost Art of Conversation

Conservationist on Vacation.

Bar and Hair Raising Awareness

State of the union, state of the continent, state of the human race, pace of progress...

Yes!

We'll all get to where we're going, but knowing is 1/2 The Battle.

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"A Great Read" (Insert Ellipse Here)

Swimming through the breeze and trees of leaves...

seeing the grand scheme.

And you will know me by the trail of mind altering substances...

...and moral sustenance.

I'll be forever putting sentences together, ending them with an ellipse...

...until I eclipse...

...the so-called hits...

even if it's just for a little bit...

Within the proximity of exclusivity,

yet simultaneously on the brink of completely uniting.

So what do I think?

Well, I think about alotta shit,
so you'll have to get more specific...

The grand scheme? I get it.

Ongoing light beams-infinite.

This planet's a place for the priveleged, but the individuals who are driven will, in due time, discover their niche.

Who's with it?