an urban cowboy cowgirl couple arrive
moving slowly in their new wares:
form fitting overcoats for both
his and her's uggs
tights and a hip, naturalistic skirt for her
for him - jeans tight enough to squeeze out any hope of dna disbursement
and a cowboy hat no cowboy would ever wear, almost certainly purchased in the last 24 hours at the hat store across the street, and matching in color and form
her overcoat.
they may possess these clothes, but
they don't own them
a cowboy wouldn't add his hat to the two coffees, two pastries, and one newspaper already cluttering the small table. he did
a cowgirl wouldn't keep her trench coat firmly laced and buttoned around her, while
sitting casually
drinking and eating...
the coat would hang open
brandishing her guns.
they want outsider attention so they may smugly announce,
"we're here, we're hip, we're now, we're who you wish to be."
like most people,
the message they desire to communicate is overshadowed by their body's message,
we're not comfortable with our personal mental constructs."
a pack of tourists enter
they look around at the knickknacks
perhaps hoping to be entertained
maybe hoping to be sold
waiting for drink orders
a few fill the minutes
reading the drink board;
are they filled with regret over unpurchased delights?
is 2 minutes without a quality distraction too much for modern man to stand?
some stand facing the drink counter
their bodies are tall, erect
they are in attack mode
centered
energy focused on the 12 by 12 surface their drinks are expected to appear on
so this is where we play out the merging of our male/female aspects,
where our hunter gatherer archetypes have come together in
stimulated celebration of coffee and consumerism.
our guns are our mugs,
we swirl our wood and plastic stirrers with bow and arrow bull's eye precision,
the only thing wild about the fruits and berries are the pesticides and lack of taste when produced out of season,
they continue to be collected in baskets,
for $2 per day wages,
outta sight outta mind,
and served to us,
blended with ice and creme,
for a tidy 400% profit.
espresso and steamed milk
served in a cup made of 20% post consumer paper waste
or a bison -
what is a bigger burden to carry on our backs and conscience?
maybe 1 in 10 gives more than a passing glance at the other reason for this store's existence -
the artwork.
it's been hunted, shot, and burned from our awareness
to recognize it is to recognize our
macro and micro imbalance between creating and destroying.
better make that a quad shot, ma'am.
it is ma'am, right?
moving slowly in their new wares:
form fitting overcoats for both
his and her's uggs
tights and a hip, naturalistic skirt for her
for him - jeans tight enough to squeeze out any hope of dna disbursement
and a cowboy hat no cowboy would ever wear, almost certainly purchased in the last 24 hours at the hat store across the street, and matching in color and form
her overcoat.
they may possess these clothes, but
they don't own them
a cowboy wouldn't add his hat to the two coffees, two pastries, and one newspaper already cluttering the small table. he did
a cowgirl wouldn't keep her trench coat firmly laced and buttoned around her, while
sitting casually
drinking and eating...
the coat would hang open
brandishing her guns.
they want outsider attention so they may smugly announce,
"we're here, we're hip, we're now, we're who you wish to be."
like most people,
the message they desire to communicate is overshadowed by their body's message,
maybe their mind's projection,
"halloween is our favorite holiday andwe're not comfortable with our personal mental constructs."
a pack of tourists enter
they look around at the knickknacks
perhaps hoping to be entertained
maybe hoping to be sold
waiting for drink orders
a few fill the minutes
reading the drink board;
are they filled with regret over unpurchased delights?
is 2 minutes without a quality distraction too much for modern man to stand?
some stand facing the drink counter
their bodies are tall, erect
they are in attack mode
centered
energy focused on the 12 by 12 surface their drinks are expected to appear on
so this is where we play out the merging of our male/female aspects,
where our hunter gatherer archetypes have come together in
stimulated celebration of coffee and consumerism.
our guns are our mugs,
we swirl our wood and plastic stirrers with bow and arrow bull's eye precision,
the only thing wild about the fruits and berries are the pesticides and lack of taste when produced out of season,
they continue to be collected in baskets,
for $2 per day wages,
outta sight outta mind,
and served to us,
blended with ice and creme,
for a tidy 400% profit.
espresso and steamed milk
served in a cup made of 20% post consumer paper waste
or a bison -
what is a bigger burden to carry on our backs and conscience?
maybe 1 in 10 gives more than a passing glance at the other reason for this store's existence -
the artwork.
it's been hunted, shot, and burned from our awareness
to recognize it is to recognize our
macro and micro imbalance between creating and destroying.
better make that a quad shot, ma'am.
it is ma'am, right?
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