THE PROJECT: I once was fourteen. This is a sort of compulsive regression back into that state, when everything I knew was of utter importance. Whatever written here is from when I was 14-15, found in old notebooks or web-pages or letters. The sketches/drawings are new. I doubt it will make any sense, nor will I try to make sense of it. There will be no system. It's all nonsense really.

Sunday, June 21, 2009 at 5:23 am

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14 rules 4 being 14:

1. write whatever language you know, mix as you please
2. always act careless
3. when in riot, do it quietly, secretly, preferably internal
4. love your friends. when 3. occurs, close the door, turn of yr phone
5. chainsmoking should be done at night, walking the streets or out yr window. you may use any label of choice
6. cigarettes with penpoint scribblings taste better, if possible: notes from an ex-lover or old friend
7. close yr eyes, imagine how to implode. open yr eyes and take in the surroundings as the black hole you are
8. everything is real, even if it is fiction
9. cover yr skin in paint, it is not about product but process: yr art is hardly interesting for anyone else so no matter
10. write only what you do not know: sex, love, death and the ocean
11. you are not art, but you must believe you are
12. YOU ARE A GENIOUS OF ALL TIME AND SO WAS KEROUAC
13. yes you should fall asleep with yr make up
14. you may believe that you are capable of selfdestruction, but you are also capable of actually producing warmth in yr own skin. always remember rule 4., and always remember that this small list of destrution is only to empty yr body from the dark fluids and stinking gas that make 4. seem impossible.

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