thoughtformed | (no subject)

New Moore, why is it that when I'm finally in an environment positively rife with material for a film, the camera crew decides to abandon me?

I can't say I'm surprised. What does Josh do that's so interesting? Oh, I'm sorry, did I say interesting? I meant GOOD FOR GENERATING FISCAL REVENUE FOR CAPITALIST PIGS WITH LAVISH LIFESTYLES. Yes, camera crew, I'm onto you! Josh isn't going around creating sexual attention. You're sent directly from the UNIVERSITY OF ART AS BUREAUCRACY. You're only interested in one thing: CASH. And what brings cash? SMASH. And what makes a smashing sound? NUBILE ADOLESCENT BODIES ORBITING EACH OTHER IN THE SPACE OF RELATIONSHIPS UNTIL THEY FINALLY SMASH. Fine! Go! Leave me! Go follow my friends on their adventures with hormones and beer bongs and pregnancy scares! I will be here making my ART.

That's right, New Moore. You are in the presence of a true artist. I still have my camera, and now I'm turning it on you. You were fictional your whole life? Then you should be used to this. Stop wincing. Stand up straight. Shoulders back, head up, truth on your face. Are you ready for your close up?

Do I care?

Do you care?

Does anyone care?

Does anyone care about art?

WHAT IS ART?

WHAT IS(LAND) ART?

I believe we've stumbled onto a new project, New Moore.

P.S. Michael, if you are hiding somewhere, do come out already. My new roommate is inferior.