This capricious idea that is drowned in an external facade - is nothing but a dream a pretty lie. In time you will learn, yet fears dig deep suggesting that time will be nothing but a tentative barometer. Things look and seem in the right place, everything is exact to your required and lustful measurement . A glowing example of the human race, parading the perfect example of what others should aspire to be. A design - designed to make free spirits worry, worry about the outer space between them and others. On this archetypal product a veneer glows like a glaze which hides the rust that eats away inside. How can one be free when faced by stereo - typical - post - idealists, declaring war on self love. Pictorial delusion infests all hope and advertises a template of which all lost eyes infest on. This mutation of the exterior is merely a polish to hide the inferior mythology which presumes style. It slips and slides and poses grace, hinting pure face as it sniggers choosing a vacuous Armour. And you are fooled by this tinsel wrapping, which reflects how unrealized you really are. This invented criterion is a visual soap opera created for the empty heart who fears the mind.
As the recommended lie oozes into place, the myth becomes a reality pertaining the lowest denominator. Dictating the way, the way we should be - deconstructed, instructed - told and sold a classic ideal. It threatens inner smiles and is crushed under steel, it squeals under emotional blackmail. For systematic creed identity is pushed aside for the chosen utopia re - invented, invested. Lives are re - constructed losing thy original core which once burned proud and warm. Post - human triviality distorts our realities, opting for the shield that covers our true selves. Soon we will become acceptable by the soulless eyes who judge other peoples lives. ENTRENCHED clothed in facile styles, dissected and conformed to the ultimate self mutilation. And all this is because one must concede and conform to someone else's pretty lies...

(1989)