Meet (artist-gone-activist) ‘Dogpillow’, shifting from oil-paint to spray-paint to something much stranger, while strugg’ling to grasp what one’s ‘making it’ means in an ecosystem upside-down. Invited to a ‘deathday party’–(held for a friend or for freedom, itself?)–he’s set to get a handle on his handle. Can YOU handle it? (Dystopian-comedy hitting the note of rebellious youth…maturing. Both a call to arms-creative and an ode to peacing out.)
ManKIND is oft manMEAN as hell.
The list of comings-short is long.
Let’s wake (and bake) and break ‘the spell’.
Let’s make to ‘write’, with beauty, wrong.
This process needn’t be a bore.
Come. Join us on a novel trip.
We see you, all alone, ashore.
It’s time to go–so, board our ship.
Let’s sail in style while still we can.
And neoPHYTE the master’s ban.
It’s artists versus agitpropists–good men vs. ‘the man’.
