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{this is not art***///this is an exorcism}
featuring. The Cat Sweet
music by. Minotaur (Delvo Productions) 
filmed by. Anika Rivers

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to whom it may concern.
Through the sneering grind of day to day life, it had become necessary to create small fortresses that suit our sensibilities from the shoddy leftovers of a capitalist society that “trickled down” our way. With great effort and imagination, we can feign relaxation, play royalty; yet with time and repetition this allows us to become blaze to a point of callousness. In the corners of our minds, we knew this was a survival tactic, we knew it took at least seventy percent of our critical processing power to hold the wool over our own eyes. As rampant, novel disease brought the machine careening to a momentary halt, the veil became thinner, more and more was visible through the now, almost gelatinous vellum. Many pierced through; saw the sharp, streaming sunlight on the other side... What would it entail to no longer accept a society that only survives by filling our feet with thorns? We are tired of having a second, third, or fourth full time job that only functions as a feeble attempt to strip off the damages we sustain from a mere day of existence. If there was ever a moment to eradicate the walls between concepts of our struggles as fully separate entities, it was surely at the dawn of time – but now will suffice. Systemic racism is deeply intertwined with class warfare - all squares are rectangles, but not all rectangles are squares; as in, those victim to systemic racism are infinitely more likely to be subject to the fascist means of arrival to the morning bell of open trading. Of course, we all have the potential to end up with our fleshy necks in the thick, steel jaws of the ruling class – only staying in their lofty towers over our dead bodies – but how can that negate any aspect of the situation? Saying “well, it happens to ____, too” is a moot point, and needs only come with shared outrage, to highlight ones understanding of this, most ravenous style of circumstantial pain – not how this phrase is seen most often, in which it is, somehow, supposed to invalidate another experience through a most bizarre display of hailing the straw man. It has been long overdue to snap out of this Stockholm syndrome society. Good luck, and god speed to those who are still suckling on the toes of our captors, and may they be swiftly booted beyond the veil, into a place where it will undeniably come to light that they had fallen for the greatest lie ever told; hook, line, and sinker. We are sharpening our tongues ,we are cleaning our nails, we are ready to turn our backs on the path we have been herded down for hundreds, and yet, thousands of years. We are tired of finding aesthetic places to house our pain; we are ready to rip up this contract, and destroy all shrines we have built under its heavy pen. We have taken the bite from the apple, and good riddance – because eden only worked for the handful of puppeteers running this nightmare. We are ready to exhale. We are ready to rest our eyes, and not have to take turns sleeping, watching over our brothers and sisters shoulders. This is an exorcism. May we soon awake in a new realm, and one that truly honors its people///***

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