What ht ehey just pick up th pen mutha fucka.
Pastiche daydreams playin asound to the movie queen
all day mutha all day fuka
lost my bag at the bak fense
i like peppermints
suk it mutha fuka

Imagine if you will a silk hand dyed frock kaftan stlye rendered in the colours of gold yellow, pink, green, bright blue and white.Designed by the fabulous Oscar De la Renta. V neck and full length, a flowy fantasy of colour and geometric disharmonious harmony. Then I ask you to picture the wearee being a fabulously beautiful young intelligent man wearing it to work at the door of neo auckland hotspot cassette9 on the regular night that is sickdisco. It sounds like a live action abstraction! But hey thats what we like round here at backgroundbexsays. Express yourself through live abstraction. Even PICK UP THE BRUSH if thats your style. Paint yourself a night out .Fuck paint yourself a holiday if thats what your into. I see a whirl of colour meeting, counting, greeting. Descending into a cresendo of alcohol flushed depths that would send your average num nuts into a perpetual reality blackout. The main protaginist will make it through because he knows tthat one should always take supper.
If the world had any sense to it there would be monocrome backdrop for every situation. Colour choices intuitively projected from the back of our heads. Monochrome mesmiramic aura's individually coded in a darwinian sexual evolutionic kind of way. Like a peacock with its plummage as an added communication device.
Does a painting act in this kind of way in the mind of the maker?
Perhaps not as sexual but as a sensory evolutionary device?
What are the sounds of outer space to us but these?
Can you be outer space but still on earth?
Does the aformentioned De la Renta frock come into these categories?
Will the dress survive the night?
Is the dress you wear to supper suitable for all occasions crossover dressing seems like a sustainable idea.

camping in between

What is it about the relationship between things that makes life worthwhile?
We know the world through things relationship to other things.
Colours, Shapes, Texture,
ALL VERSUS EACH OTHER

phew phew phew

of course i see your racing beart

oh yeh

background bex says come on

EVERYTHING MUst have its course i prefer two or three courses.
sometimes im 2 late to play but i styill have to watch
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oh girl
save it
the eastern sore is like making electricity
the electric feel
my headisfilled with the dust of the grind

what yo
feel know feel know

control your self take only what u need from it

im on my knees to the outside. what s it i consume an amount but it doesnt seem to be enough the pressure of the space time colour continuim expexcts my undevided attention but no one cares about the subtle details of the line that separates green and pale magenta orange hues as they fall across my sexys brow in morning shades of twilight pink

If I Was U

The parts that don't add up don't get left out. They are usually mind melded to obtain an illusion that insinuates that they are not there. The mind becomes an angle grinder and the problem of perception is erased and smoothed off. Be aware equations can grow back. Subsets noticed by observant eyes attached to curiosity probes asking if you've done it once will you do it again. The cosign that is the sum of a nation. What to put on and what to leave out. No cords of attachment everything known by remote controll device which the whitecube will always amplify.
REMOTE IS PROBLEMATIC>
REMOTE BEGS FOR CONNECTION<
You have to be at a certain distance to connect. With a clean veiw and a forty inch we are now riding the narrow razor rythym.

Thought creature couldn't stop thinking about Irma la Douche so he tried using the cosmic rays of death to erase all memory of her. How ever when the robots of dawn programed in the new day cool memories of her green dress flooded his minds eye.