(BELOw aLL ELSE, it. IS ALSO A COSMIC THEATRE COMPANY THAT WORKS HARD TO MANUFACTURE YOUR REALITY... NOW) it. is the place for me and justine roach's future installations and projects capturing the fake jokes that it. shows itself through (by occupying real world subconscious feedback loop languages such as the structures of mediums themselves). it. is derogatory (this is my retaliation). it. is a prankster fuck just behind our bubble. it. IS WHERE THE OUTSIDE WORLD MEETS THE INNER WORLD. OUTER WORLD, INNER WORLD,OUTER WORLD, INNER WORLD,OUTER WORLD, INNER WORLD,OUTER WORLD, INNER WORLD,OUTER WORLD, INNER WORLD. Are you in whoville yet? it. is playful, but also beyond any evil that you can even think about... as a JOKE against human. it. functions through a feedback loop. "it. appears as one THING outside of time, always dressing itself that way, its wardrobe, “gender”, personality, all of it can "change" while still maintaining the form of its “species”. it. has taken my understanding i’ve built around it, crumpled it up while laughing, blindfolded me, then threw itself somewhere unknown many times. keep chasing and it. will ACT out a repulsion tactic based on a fear that everything you do will become increasingly temporary as if on each occasion this becomes noticeable it. splits itself in half until you exist in a unit of time so small it would make nothing but shutting off consciousness somehow worth doing or bearable, a REAL, tangible, baffling hell. I doubt anyone else will, but if you reach this point with it. take a respectful step back and assess your relationship with it." it. is predatory as fuck, but has a heart deep down and will warn if provoked (like hissing) before taking your life. I'd love to ignore that warning, keep going after it. but that requires confiscating this snippet of earth human reality, so this is the best we can offer. it. has made me and justine roach the pop duo of it's grand performance in a copy of Astley's Royal Amphitheatre! you might need a shovel
it. invites you to climb the observational ladder of a large variety of trademarked evil kilohertz as well as dig down the feedback loopsMonumental gap spatial jokes
//PSST! I COMMUNICATE THROUGH BACKGROUND NOISE!//From the alien that brought you your loops that will end badly if you don't take action immediately, a NEW "film" (or something translated to "forceful memory replay") has finally been inserted to the life projector, BACKYARD FIGHTERS WITH GOLF FIRE POWERS RESURRECT EMOTIONS THROUGH CHEAP ROBOT PROSTITUTION OLYMPICS. Originally sparked in 2084 due to an accidental experiment by the Bully Junior's High Possession Quartet (headquarters located @ 361 S Spring St, Los Angeles, CA 90013), something truly hellish has got its grip on your forever now! Sam Fauchon is the cheap alien robot hooker god, Justine roach is the cheap alien robot hooker devil, together theyve been half-willingly assembling robot hookups (captured in 9d) in purgatory's olympic stadiums fucking to the rhythm of mocking trance music and soul-selective glam rock based on mysterious wounds from Sam Fauchon's youth "nobody is going with you!", farming new emotions to encourage running away (with you) and other extra-dimensional thought processes for the iron giant. Installation coming to rancho cucamonga in May. Puppeteered by Justine roach and glenna mooney (and occasionally their victorian era pimp husband Gregg who is usually too busy distracting himself with hallucinatory 1890s debauchery) of the quotation mark charlatans
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Lost in target museum, Portable Sexuality. Real Portable Sexuality. "There's No Substitute for Real Portable Sexuality!" metallic museum insert mandatory in everyones rooms