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| Age: | 23 years old |
| Sex: | Male |
| Location: | Chicago to Milwaukee, I hate your fucking city, Wisconsin |
| Country: |  United States |
| Last Login: | Feb 7, 2009 (327 days back) |
About Me |
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| This is MI... This is what I do. This is Where I Write And This is Who I am... Panegyneric - Self-Dissection March, 2007 Hopeless desires retired in words Unknown today as I've always been In shadowed escape, sightless survival Carving the skin to show MI again Tomorrow we move, ever leaving this place If no words return to entice my stay For the tainted remains of old pages stained; A sacrificed shed to survive this day In lieu of years scribbled and lost Unseen by eyes outside my skull A taste rejected, discarded to rot Of Bliss and war and repetitious fall The poisons on tongues silent before self-defeat All raped and replaced by My Autopsy With surface just scratched, misplaced, I repeat The scene of life to celebrate suffering To display a Saint set deep in dark shit A product produced, once or twice over-used Found grafted to shelves after years, I still wait A post-self-apocalypse of glorified self-abuse Still finding myself creating my end A slow stroll to release from all that controls me To remove this dreams with all that I have From Nightmare to Dust to this Eulogy A dancing post-dissection, quick pick to fervent feed Salvaging remains until this being's stripped clean Feasting dry bone wrapped weak in thin skin The poisoned prison of delinquent disease All a projection of all that I am All a production of sick, self-destruction Set in dim rhyme from bitter, locked minds A prostitutes prospect in reclusive reflection Vivisection of self to set free this plague A plea, a promise for pleasures ignored Beyond dead skin, each Missing Rib Spreading wounds wide like the thighs of a whore All to know, all to be, all to show all lost within me… The image evolves, the past repeats the dreams of things I'll forever be: The Anonymous Enemy, the Idol ignored The Scarecrow still dancing in fields of corn The Patron Saint of Self-Obsession As seen by your eyes that never see more… I am the headstone, the hammer, the chisel I am the words crowning the grave The lover's elixir, the most joyous dagger I am the longing to eclipse this state I am the bi-polar Troubadour The broken heart, the hapless romantic The graphite, the paper, I am the prayers Memorized; a Suicide come again to end this Poorly defined, I'm the crippled voice Left dumb by ears too bored for the verse The pages discarded, the progress retarded I am the poet shrugged off as perverse I am the child of Chaos Casting shadows to the vestige of Nyx Self-quarantined, hermitic Self-Martyr Putting to use wasted wood of the crucifix I am white noise, I am the re-run I am desperation's number one choice The polluted mind, the masochist's lie I am the failures that stifle your voice Mine is the throat of turpentine Cages by sticks; each impatient match The Re-creation, Second Act Born Again I am each reference that you didn't catch I AM… still not Him Not rewriting, just reusing the line Bleeding the past, returning attack To see if I can't make it worth it this time I am the resurrection of dead child dreams Ever preserved in straw and weak seams Falling apart to leave us nothing at all But future surrendered to consuming disease This heart left open and wounded by weakness I am the thread, misanthropic glue Holding together skin self-abused I am the Truth from my point of view I've wakened from Coma, I've altered my Bliss Metal Mictian sting behind thinly glossed lips I've set eyes on a world since forgotten to me A muse in a drug I inject to survive this For whom I pave that well known road For whom I'll crumble all reflective green vision I am the Eminent, mine are the shoes I am the Wicked without recognition I am the footsteps, I'm Evolution I am the soldier of MY Revolution I am the prisoner freed from the camp Returned to the cell to find retribution I am the SuperChrist, Der Übermensch Post-human vagabond transient The caustic tongue, old elephant gun I am the Consciousness born of my Torment I am eternal, sterile, untouched I am the neuropathic white knight The scales, Third Eye, the volatile high Exposing your all left hollowed for sight A sex-crime, a necrotic swain The burning remains of last night's affair A romantic scene in murder-suicide dream I am the discomfort you feel when I stare I am the dead seed, CisCarica need I am Progression in Terms of Reverse I am prevention, I am the tension Whatever it takes to preserve this Earth The Eugenic Solution, sweet absolution I am revision of subject left stale I am the barren, I am man's end Gender-shed eternal, the Omega-Male The potassium drip, life's final plea I'm the repeated theme ever since sixteen Inverse criminal, an emptied, old soul A mock remake of all I want to be I am the fantasy, realities scorn I am the poisons protecting my Bliss I am the Ego, I am Tomorrow I am the entity that doesn't exist I am over-used, out-dated, I'm old A second-rate scribe to a bargain-bin tribe Killing God; Myself on pages to please 'Til this being's left drained, found barely alive. © copyright 2008 - Jinx Koresh, (the) Makeshift Idol. Welcome to My Better-Than-Your-Space! I am an Expressionistic Painter // Poet // Alterationist // Whatever else I want to be when the urge arises. My subject matter generally relates to sexuality, mortality, religion (mainly Hinduism, Buddhism, Satanism and The Coyotel), Animal Liberation, Veganism, Capitalist devastation and Self-Revision. My goal is simply to wake Vishnu, one person at a time. My media is wide-ranged, but generally include Oil, Acrylic, Natural (Nature & Human) Mediums and Collage. I paint on anything that will hold with anything I can. Paper to wood to canvas. Contraception cases and Styrofoam mannequin heads. Things to look at, things to use. I've recently found out admission of my mental disorders could significantly boost my demand amonst certain groups of people. That brings mi comfort. I still don’t know how to explain my art to people when they, without warning, question my goings-on. A lot of people ask me what I do. I tell them I paint... they assume houses. I explain I paint pictures... they ask "pictures of what?" … ...At least now I can give them a website. If you want to talk, leave a comment or send a message. If I'm not friendly, take the time you'd spend pondering the harsh message you'll send that I may get my comeuppance and use it for a little self-reflection. Amazing things will come to you. *No Animals Are Harmed in The Existence of (the) Makeshift Idol* The Seven Ways of Coyote 1. Do not trust those that do not create, those that buy their creativity from the media, the advertiser, the corporation, the church or the state. Put all resources into that which will promote and propagate your personal creativity. 2. Nothing can be more powerful than ones imagination it is your instinct and right; never doubt this. 3. Use your power of creativity against the power and authority of compliance; they have waged a war on you and they will continue to enslave you with it if you remain passive. 4. The only power is the power of creating, we all can create because we are the creator; always create. 5. We have become a civilization fueled by logic and consumption of consumer goods and in the process we have sacrificed our instincts, our ability to trust ourselves and our ability to create; we must find our way back, we must create our way forward. 6. The age of reason has lost its purpose and our ability to be creative has been discouraged, trivialized, suppressed and stolen from us. We can no longer listen or trust the people of authority that tell us our creativity is childish, impractical, insignificant and unnecessary. Make a mockery of them and always laugh. Humor can create, humor will destroy! 7. These people of authority confuse their positions with power but the only power they have is the power we give them; turn your back on them and create your own way. |
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My Interests |
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I'd like to meet:ArtistsRevolutionaries Animal Liberationists Social Activists Class(less)ists ;) Satanists People who share my interests People who dig what I do Anyone interesting Anyone who actually keeps all the stuff on this page from being posted in vain. People who have no interest in talking about Jesus. People interested in Donating to my Medium Supply (Teeth, Skin, Hair, Blood (from anywhere), etc. Quoting the Idolater ~Memorable quotes regarding my work~ "Are you some kind of sex-pervert?" The Artist's Mother "Aren't you afraid of getting AIDS?!" Co-Worker "What have you been doing?" "Painting." "You mean houses?" Member of the Family "I'd prefer it be destroyed, quite honestly." "How can you not understand how that would offend me?!" 'Virgin' Subject "You're going to kill yourself..." Maggie Bang "So you paint?...Is that your second job, like, houses and stuff?" Co-worker Links: |
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My Background and Lifestyle |
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| MaritalStatus: | In a Relationship |
| Ethnicity: | White / Caucasian |
| SexualOrientation: | Bisexual |
| Hometown: | Round Lake, Ills. |
| Religion: | Other |
| Smoker: | Yes |
| Drinker: | No |
| Children: | I don't want kids |
| Occupation: | Artist, social parasite to some degree. |
My Blog |
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Revelations |
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| I just got highOff a number.I know what tomorrow holds.It is time to begin.I will show you the horrors of now.And you will know bliss awaits.I don't expect you to know. Posted by on Sun, 17 May 2009 21:06:00 GMT |
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Tarot Card Quiz |
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| I did this a year or so ago, didn't realize it was the same one.Got the same result.Still spot on.You are The HermitPrudence, Caution, Deliberation.The Hermit points to all things hidden, such as know... Posted by on Tue, 12 May 2009 09:34:00 GMT |
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"It's not sexist 'cause I'm saying it in a song..." |
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| http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qqXi8WmQ_WM&feature=PlayList&
p=6B04A167071BE39A&index=1
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jvjDr8KKtsE&NR=1
http://www.youtube.com/wa... Posted by on Sat, 02 May 2009 12:13:00 GMT |
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50 Things Men With Girls Knew& The Jinx Edition |
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| I found this in an old online journal and thought it was cute enough to share.Men are in BOLDJinx is not insecure, and therefore does not need to bolden up its words. ;)50 Things Men With Girls Knew& ... Posted by on Fri, 24 Apr 2009 15:41:00 GMT |
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For those who haven't seen. (Video) |
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| http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=8676149089490475412&
ei=UoXfScPtB4uC-gHuk_yhBw&q=animal+liberation&hl=en Posted by on Fri, 10 Apr 2009 10:45:00 GMT |
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Define "Humane" |
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| Military used pigs in blasts to test armor..By Tom Vanden Brook, USA TODAYWASHINGTON Military researchers have dressed live pigs in body armor and strapped them into Humvee simulators that were then... Posted by on Tue, 07 Apr 2009 21:32:00 GMT |
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Disappointment in your Guise. |
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| If you ever take a picture...And intend on displaying...Best to make sure you get some sort of copyright, as people just love to take your work and make a new claim. For instance! These used to say Ph... Posted by on Sat, 04 Apr 2009 19:55:00 GMT |
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Pow Pow Pow! |
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| There was a shooting just down the street.Lucky fuck. There was some residue in my old bags.Small gifts. Packing up neccessity again.Empty pockets and a full car.Nothing to show.Nothing new known.Noth... Posted by on Tue, 17 Mar 2009 20:15:00 GMT |
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I Suffer for Cunt. Fuck the Trade. |
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| Though it will never replace. Speaking."I'm homeless, jobless, times is hard, I'm 'bout hopeless but I gotta eat regardless" The lease to the gallery space is in questionLooks like we're going to lose... Posted by on Wed, 11 Mar 2009 18:52:00 GMT |
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Message from just past crack row. |
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| Ghetto revelations lost somewhere on the South sideChain smoking the day awayVomiting lemonadeIn cluttered messThough it feels like homeWith my discontented loverThough Id be lost without herDystopia... Posted by on Sat, 07 Mar 2009 19:17:00 GMT |
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