flowsnake

Flowsnake is -as of today- a complete failure in all aspects of modern life: seemingly unable to get - and even more so Keep- a job, and lacking any trace of carreer ambition: A white picket fence just does not appeal to him..

Growing up, he used to think he would break through as a writer/musician/artist.
Then for some years, as his lack of ability in those fields had become evident -even to him- he would still dream of grandeur, or originality, or ....something not yet revealed, but there: just beneath the strictly confined boundaries of what we're firmly tutored to experience as reality...

(But now what?
Things aren't looking up..In fact, he can't seem to see or grasp anything of relevance to anything. )

These (and of course stacks and sacks more -more or less like them -coming up shortly)* almost unconsciously commited doodlings is all he has to show for...

"Nothing is a something you achieve" (-Groteske Bill)

*as it turns out, the above mentioned abundance of sooncome (less or more or the same) decorative psychobabble is -for the utmost part- really just heaps of garbage...To be recycled of course!

And maybe that's the new worlds' equivalence to what in olden days were referred to as being ahead of ones time:

Generations away, people will be wiping their ass with my "art"

Hm, shit: Wiping shit with shit ; where will it end?