Every time I open my online journal digital excrement seems to leap from my mouth. While I enjoy the tangents I travel down, and the over all knots I weave into my reader [apologies] I don’t think its process gets me [or you] anywhere. I am hesitant to change, of course. We write how we like and live how we know. Originally I developed that—this?—writing style as a defensive method; an anti-catalytic agent deployed in operation against the many drama ridden rogues and phantoms in desire to leave revenant appeal like an apple. It’s probably time to mature.
While I work on the over all structure for MichaelSeelt.com I find myself in desire of real conversation through this time-warp medium we use. I enjoy the over all information that seems to wash in waves back in my direction, I just dislike and do not crave the bigotry associated with its devices when used such as a pistol in way ward motion to whip me. We all bleed.
I don’t doubt through focus and hard work we may receive each other in better spirit in with such clarity as a sunshine rise before industry claimed the Earth. However I do not doubt that while I work to achieve a new vision between us that my heart might slip, possibly even seize. It is in our nature [is it not?] to become beasts. I have between [once] twice the hands that feed while in the presence of the marching pigs. How safe is this sound when it’s been transformed with impossible odds [we are not all used and beaten, nor are we all unstoppable; we will move together now].
As I finish the Link sections, and begin work on the Biography I realize the clearly the word the strong a witness; as lost as I get I am beside you—I look forward to the release of MichaelSeelt.com and the work there in. We are dedicating ourselves to a much harder, steadier, stronger stream of fetish photographer. I am also re-defining my art medium and re-exploring my love for both writing and sculpting. I look forward to what I deliver to you—
