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Will I Am vs William Parrell

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Will I AM is allegedly not locked in a legal dispute over the copyright infringement of Pharrell William’s I Am Other brand. He is merely defending the territory of his trademark. I Am forms “a significant element” of Will I Am’s professional name according to his lawyer. All this self-assertion is confusing. It’s rather like being trapped in a mirrored elevator with the essence of ego incarnate. “I am I am no I am I am!” claim the new Spartans of popular culture with “entrepreneurial spirit. I AM what I Am? Does Will know about the Iams cat food range which may start getting all territorial tom cat on his ass seeing as he is potentially threatening the individuality of their registered trademark with a “confusingly similar” mark. In fact if they all just agreed to spray their territory it would be a lot simpler. “I am” it says in a non-verbal kind of entrepreneurial spirit. Yay it’s great that there are these free spirited people out there reminding us how individual we all really a

Note to Self

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We continue to ask how does it work? Is this not like a white imperialist receiving a beautifully carved shrine then sending it for analysis instead of trusting. Ah faith is the dunces hat of rational Britain. Did we learn nothing from TV episodes of Star Trek about the limits of rational thought? Placebo is the placebo escape hatch of the enlightened. We are still stuck on Freud - analysing away the monster under the bed. How about befriending the monster under the bed? Artists on telly are psychopaths - cue close up of overly slick facsimile of mad elaborately filled leather bound sketchbook. We still want to stare ourselves into oblivion. Analysing your own consciousness puts me in mind of a table rapper unable to hear the dead spirit screaming in his ear but still giving a very convincing performance of channeling. A teddy is not a real creature but we don't tell the child that because that would be idiotic. A child understands different levels of consciousness in a way that as

Road Side Scene

Why is life like this? An amal-gum An amalgamation One big analogous remnant Look there...it's gone Before you've turned to look The gift horse was right there Studiously avoiding eye contact WIth the gift rider. Hello you want to say To all of them Those poor dears Looking through you You're alive right? you're here now? But now I see you're not You are already a glimpse Which makes you older than the hills Remember them? Where you walked arm in arm With your father The long man of Wilmington The gathered hoard at roadside May as well be in period costume Catering off to one side A bombed out house facade Instead it's a doubled up volvo A volvo! You double up. Female middle aged driver Sat on Ercol chair on the pavement How neighbourly Pine teeters on paving slab Can you retrive my keys? She enquires (supercilious old bag) My garage key is on it you see. You're all alive right? Here now yes? That is absurd isn't