a plan

birds eye view  36" x 30"  oil/canvas

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eye, the wandering artist,  had his own ideas, his own plan and wanted to do it his way. it wasn't a public offering, was meant to go no further than the four walls of the meeting. eye's a fine man, a fine piece a china, with a real swoopy,  japanese coy influenced imagination. eye couldn't even build his own house, had to buy a shack and add on to it.  not even eye's pet monkey could swing like him.  only those old school sharpshooters grasped where he was coming from. the young turks  never really understood, never really wanted to be a part eye's ideas. they were such flakes, such ethereal wisps of blue grey pinky puffs of european smokes. it was time to flick the switch, give them the boot, hit the road jack,  keep your nose clean. only one of them was a fine, fine specimen, a real facade of a building, loved the first nations, the earth's core and even proposed a proposition which will once and for all be the groundwork, the framework, the blue-print that provides a template to get rid 'a those speedsters, those alcoholic, dumpster-diving perma-culture pests. leave me alone, eye's phone message says in black and white sounds of fury, take no hostages, be open to new ideas, eat in or take out, this train makes no stops. 

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