#i know literally nothing about animation so don’t judge this too harshly lol

[b0ngwaterwizard]

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Try this again ... this what linked here from Google Drive. Just a little introduction of what is going on in my head.

I ❤ You, Pedro Pascal!

(No really)

There comes a time when all you’ve ever learned, known or felt doesn’t matter.  I mean, what do we know about love anyway?  There are so many different kinds of love.  There’s the love you have for your family … the love for your friends, your children … your God … the love for a hobby, a song or a book.  Even for a movie but what is love really?

Scientists would say that it’s a chemical reaction to some kind of hormone whatchamacallit.  Hell I don’t know.

I can tell you this for sure.  Love is a feeling that can either make you stronger or tear you apart from the inside out and break our spirit and your soul … not to mention your sanity.

I don’t know how many times I’ve been or thought I have been in love, but I know it hurts every time.

The last one, Richard, ohhhh that man, I love him still but I’ll never be in his life as I should lol.  When it ended,  I wanted to die.  I literally wanted to end it all.  I thought about all the ways I could have done it too.  Jump off the Harriman bridge, overdose, cut my wrists … alas, I’m too much of a coward.  I don’t like pain, taking medicine and definitely don’t want to go to Hell.  Besides, each time I lose someone, a piece of my heart dies anyway.  One day, there won’t be anything left.  But I digress.

1)     About Me

What can I tell you about me?  This year, as I write this, I’m 54 years old.  Did I mention that I’m afraid of getting old?  I’m afraid of not waking up one day and missing  … well … everything.  My daughter graduating Nursing School.  Her getting married one day.  Grandkids?  I’m on the fence about that (lol).

If it was possible and without growing old or having dementia, I would.  I don’t want to miss anything.  I know, stupid and probably childish but I would rather be that than dying and either be buried beneath the ground and become worm food or be burned to ash to be kept in a box or blown away with the wind.

I don’t feel like I have lived yet. Plain and simple.  Short and sweet.

2)   Dreams

My dreams are sometimes like déjà vu.  What that means is that sometimes  I’ll dream and some day in the future it may happen or I feel like it has.  You’re probably saying to yourselves, “Uhhhh … OK" and slowly backing away.  That is cool, you be you.  I’ll tell you though, I think everyone can to some extent.

Anyway, I have dreamed about Pedro Pascal for months now.  Weird dreams and some that seem so real that I could reach out and touch him.  It’s driving me nuts and either they need to stop or something needs to happen.  I need him in my life, which definitely needs to happen.   Which leads to this ….

3)   Romance Scams and Dealing with Them

Lately, it seems like everyone and their brother wants to be Pedro Pascal.  It used to be that you would get something from a U.S. soldier or a millionaire who is widowed with a young son.  Now, everyone want to be a celebrity.  Henry Cavill, Sting, and Mr. Pascal … it is always who you are interested in and what fan pages you’re following.  Circling like hungry sharks (cue the Jaws theme), they try to cull out the innocent, the naïve, and the well meaning fan.  Once they have found their prey, they strike!  If you’re not careful, they will take everything you have … your savings, your pride and dignity, your sanity, and your heart and soul.

What do they get out of it other than cash?  What makes them want to do this?  Is it or can it be considered a terrorist act?  I don’t know but it is a pain in the ass.

Just remember these things:

   A:  If you are contacted by someone claiming to be a celebrity and you think it’s too good to be true, it probably is and it definitely isn’t a celeb.  It’s more like someone’s ugly cousin from Nigeria.

   B:  If he or she is talking about falling in love with you without even meeting you, it’s a scam.

   C:  If they want you to contact their management to schedule a meet and greet … no matter price … check the email address.  Management will never and I mean NEVER!!! have a Gmail address.

   D:  If a guy (or gal) wants to meet you and cares anything about you, he will do everything in his power to find you.

Save all the emails and texts.  Report them to the social media you’re using and possibly send the file to the FTC.

4)   Why Pedro Pascal?

How I love that man.  I never knew anything about him until The Kingsman: The Golden Circle.  I’m sitting there watching the movie and Agent Whiskey appears.  First thought was ‘well hello there handsome’.  Then, ‘you can lasso me anytime’.  Yeah, I’m a 54 year old teenager.  A few weeks later, I was watching The Great Wall, which for a Matt Damon flick is pretty good.  I notice the actor portraying Tovar.  This guy looked awfully familiar but I couldn’t figure it out.  I watched the end credits and got the name.  Time for google – movies with Pedro Pascal.  There it is … Golden Circle.  I’ll be dang.  A few weeks later, I’m checking out season 1 of The Mandalorian.  Pretty good show and Baby Yoda (I’m dying from the cuteness).  The episode I’m watching is the one Mando takes his mask off in front of the Droid.  Holy shiznit, there he is again!  Ok, have to find out more about him.  I mean, third time’s a charm, right?

Yeah, went total fangirl.  However, this didn’t push me over the edge.

... Ok, quit your stalling, Mo.  What gives?

Pedro Pascal is … beautiful.  Not just outside but inside too.  He cares about his fans, his family and the rights of others.  He is an intelligent deep thinker and enjoys deep thought worthy novels.  He reposted on Twitter this animation about accepting yourself.  That you’re beautiful even if you have stretch marks,  scars, overweight… and I cried.  I mean flat out sobbed.  He absolutely touched my heart.   That was when I fell head over heels and have want to meet him ever since.

I feel that we could get along.  I know it sounds crazy and probably is crazy but I just want to be where he is.  I want to work with him as his assistant.  I want to take care of him and his little dog.  I want to protect him and I want to love him.

 I dream about him all the time. I can’t work because he is on my mind and I can’t concentrate. I see a photo of him or see a movie with him in it and I cry.  Absolutely bawling..  The thought of knowing I will never be with him makes me cry.  Hell, it appears that anything about him brings the waterworks. Yeesh!!

My soul is looking for its other half (it has to be him) and it needs to be soon because I am driving myself insane. Praying for it to stop hasn’t worked.

The sad part is, what would happen if I ever did run into him?  Here I am and what would he see?  He would see an overweight 54 year old, who would rather wear an Adam Ant/Billy Idol concert tee and a pair of jeans than some brand of designer clothes.  Someone who will not wear a dress because she feels as if people are staring in disgust or laughing behind her back. Understand, I’ve been told I’m gorgeous, pretty and so forth but, if you don’t think you are, what they say doesn’t matter. 

How can I meet someone that beautiful and look this awful?  Again, waterworks and an aching heart and soul.

I’ve been desperate enough to tweet him and ask him out but no response.  Messaged him on instagram … nothing.  I really don’t know how this works … other than I feel like a dang stalker and that’s the last thing I want.  Not excluding the fact that it is crazy to cry over someone you’ll never meet (yep, as I type this, crying like a baby … again).

I wanted this to be thought provoking.  I wanted to see if anyone out there understood what I was feeling or felt the same way.

I hope you don’t judge me too harshly and, maybe … if you know Pedro Pascal, show him this.  Maybe he will get curious and check me out.

God bless, y’all.  Be yourselves even if it’s cray cray and don’t give up dreaming.

[luluuu-blog]

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FOR IMMEDIATE RELEASE MANIFESTO GLEITZEIT 2015 BY STELLY RIESLING Featured below is another original art work of mine in homage to THE PIONEER OF INVISIBLE ART — PAUL JAISINI. Forget all the copycats that came after him — Master Paul Jaisini was the *FIRST* of a totally original concept and the *BEST*. My favorite thing about him is that he’s a voice, not an echo, which is quite rare. DISCLAIMER: This is for anyone who is a hater OR wishes to better understand me, what I’m all about, so you can decide whether I’m weird or normal enough for you — a kind of very loose manifesto, rushed and unrevised, full of raw uncut emotion that I don’t like to be evident in my writing as lately I prefer a more professional, formal style, so we can consider this a rough draft of the more polished writing to come when I have extra time. I might return to this text later and clean it up or break it into separate parts. Right now it’s a long-winded hot mess, so if you manage to make any sense of it, BIG PROPS TO YOU. lol …and if you manage to read it ALL, you have my solemn respect!!! in a day when reading has been reduced to just catchy headliners and short captions of images once in a while. The consequence of this one-liner internet culture is non-linear, tunnel thinking, which is baaaaaad. There lives among us a most enigmatic and charismatic creature named Paul Jaisini who led me into the wonderful world of art, not personally, but through descriptions of his artworks in essays written and published online by his friend, which painted the most fascinating images in my mind. Early on as a kiddo, I experimented with photography, simple point and shoot whatever looked attractive to me. Digital manipulation of my photographs with computer software followed… and somehow I learned useful drawing techniques along the way to combine existing elements with nonexistent ones, which allowed me to elevate the context for my ideas. Later, I started creating my own digital art from scratch for my friends and family as a favorite pastime. They would shower me with praise and repeatedly encouraged me to share my “different” vision with the rest of the world… it took a while and wasn’t easy to overcome the insecurity of not being good enough along with a gripping fear of being harshly criticized, but one day I woman-ed up and started publishing my work on the web, reminding myself that my livelihood didn’t depend on a positive reception. Paul Jaisini’s role in all this has been to not disgrace myself, even if what I do is just a hobby. And I would never do him and other genius artists the disservice of calling myself a professional because I know I’ll never be as good as any of the GIANTS of pre-modern history. Be the best or be nothing, no middle ground. People’s jealousy in the past, future and present over my obsessive love of Paul Jaisini, which they are well aware is purely plutonic, has caused them to despise the man and has made many relationships/friendships impossible for me. I refuse to have such people in my life because by harboring any negativity towards Paul, they unknowingly feel that way about me and express it to me. It’s their own problem for not realizing this. Paul’s new art movement, Gleitzeit, shaped me into the allegedly awesome girl I am today, giving my art more edge, more “sexy” because it refined my vision of the world and propelled me to attain the skills necessary to not dishonor my family name through tenacious pursuit of perfection. Since the beginning of my life, I attempted to depict what I saw in visual, musical and literal forms, but continuously failed without adequate training and determination. Paul Jaisini’s Gleitzeit was the answer to my prayers. Who I am today I owe mostly to him and his selfless ideals of the artverse that I’ve given unconditional loyalty to (he has this cool ability for hyper-vision to see whole universes, not itty bitty worlds, hence I call it an artverse instead of art world, with him in mind). So again, anyone who hates Paul Jaisini hates ME because, regardless of what he means to you, he is the most important person in my life for making me ME. The way a famous actor, dancer or singer inspires others to act, dance or sing, Paul inspired me to become a better artist, better writer, better everything. More people would understand if he was a household name because they’re wired to in society. But we’re inspiring each other all the time in our own little communities without being famous, so if someone has the ability to change even ONE person’s life immensely with creativity, it is a massive achievement. And passionate folks like myself are compelled to scream it from the cyber rooftops. So here I am. It’s whatever. Furthermore, I’d like to address here a few pressing matters in light of some recent drama brought on by both strangers and former friends. To start, I never judge the passions, interests or likes of others, which are often in my face all over the place, so likewise they have no right to judge any of mine. It is quite unfortunate and frustrating how very little understanding and education the majority of people have or want to have. Their logic is as primitive as a chipmunk when it comes to promotion of fine art on the web: “spamming, advertising, report!” It’s their own problem that they fail to understand what it’s about due to the distorted lens through which they see the world or inability to think for themselves; an inherent lack of perception or inquisitiveness. Well, guess what? Every single image, every animation, every video, every post dedicated to Mr. Paul Jaisini and “Gleitziet” (to elaborate: a revolutionary new art movement Paul founded with his partner in crime and personal friend, EYKG, who discovered him and believed in him more than anyone) has an important purpose. Every one of those things you run across is a piece of a puzzle, a move in a game, an inch down a rabbit hole; the deeper you go, the more interesting it gets; the more levels you pass, the more clues unfold, the greater the suspense and nearer the conclusion (yet further). You earn awesome rewards like enlightenment, spiritual revelations, truths, knowledge, wisdom and the most profound reward of all: the drive to improve yourself to the absolute maximum, so an unending, unshakable drive. People often make a wrong turn in this cyber game and go back a few levels or get stuck. Those that keep on pushing, however, will come to find the effort has been worth it. And what awaits you in the end of it all? The greatest challenge to beating the game: YOUR OWN MIND. You will be forced to let go of every belief you held before you had reached the last level, to completely alter your mindset and perception of the world, of life, of yourself. But by the time you’ve gotten to that point, it will be as easy as falling off a cliff! (It is a kind of suicide after all — death and rebirth of spirit.) Paul Jaisini does NOT, *I repeat* does NOT use mystery and obscurity to his advantage as a clever marketing ploy, no, he’s too next level for that with a consciousness so rich, he should wear a radioactive warning sign (he’ll melt your brain, best wear a tinfoil hat in his presence as I certainly would.) The statement he makes is loud and clear, hidden in plain site for those who take the time to connect the dots and have enough curiosity to fuel their journey into unknown territory (an open mind and flexible perception helps a lot). Actually, anyone with an IQ above 90 is sure to figure it out sooner or later. Hint: You don’t have to SEE an extraordinary thing with your eyes to know it exists, to understand it and realize its greatness — you can only feel it in your bone marrow, your spinal fluid, your heart and soul. The moment you do figure it out, as the skeleton key of the human soul, it will unlock the greatness and massive potential buried deep within, changing the doomed direction humanity is undoubtedly headed. I don’t speak in riddles, I speak in a clear direct way that intelligent humans will understand, so I’m counting on them. GIG is an international group of artists and writers that support Paul Jaisini’s Gleitzeit. We started off as an unofficial fan club of Jaisini in 1996, comprised of only 6 individuals spanning 3 countries, and eventually escalated in status to an official fan group across the entire globe. A decade later it had grown to hundreds of fans. Nearly another decade later, there are thousands. Let’s not leave out another delightful group of vicious haters that have been around for nearly as long as us since the late 90s and have also grown in impressive numbers. Now, for the record (and please write this one down because I’m sick of repeating myself), Paul Jaisini himself is not part of our group and has nothing to do with us. He loves and hates us equally for butchering his name and making him appear as a narcissistic nut-job in his own words. He casts hexes on us for the blinding flash we layer over the art that members contribute to GIG — “disgusting-police-lights, seizure-inducing-laser-lightshow, bourgeois-myspace-effects retarded-raver shit” in Paul’s words. Ahh, how we love his sweet-talking us. In a desperate attempt to please him, those among us who make the art and animations have spent countless hours and sleepless nights trying to solve a crazy-complex quantum-physics type of equation = how to not create tacky or tasteless content. He does fancy some of it now, we got better, that’s something! In the reason stated below, our mission just got out of hand at some point. What little is known about Paul Jaisini, even in all this time, is he’s a horrible perfectionist who slaughtered hundreds of innocent babies — I mean — artworks of remarkable beauty created by his own right hand (mostly paintings, some watercolors and drawings). He’s a fierce recluse who wants nothing to do with anyone or anything in life. But those few of us who know of an incredible talent he possesses (one could go as far as calling it a superpower), could not allow him to live his life without the recognition he FUCKING DESERVES more than any artist out there living today and, arguably, yesterday. We use whatever means necessary to reach more people, lots of flash and razzle-dazzle to lure them into our sinister trap of a higher awareness. Mwahaha! The visual boom you’ve witnessed in both cyber and real worlds, that is GIG’s doing — two damn decades of spreading an art virus — IVA. InVisibleArtitis… or a drug as in Intravenous Art. It’s whatever you want it to be, honey. Our Gleitzeit International Group (GIG) started off innocently enough and gradually spiraled out of control to fight the haters, annoying the hell out of them as much as humanly possible. They don’t like what we do? WE DO MORE AND MORE OF IT. But never without purpose, without a carefully executed plan in mind collectively. If we have to tolerate an endless tidal wave of everyone’s vomit — e.g., idiotic memes and comics; dumbed-down one-liner quotes; selfies; so-called “art photography” passed through one-click app filters; mindless scribbles or random splatters by regular folks who have the nerve to call themselves serious/pro artists; primitive images of pets, babies, landscapes, random objects, etc… then people sure as shit are gonna tolerate what we put out, our animated and non-animated visual art designed for our beloved master, Paul Jaisini, who has shown us the light, the right path to follow, taught us great things and done so much for us — and so in our appreciation of him, we stamp his name on everything, for the sacrifices he has made in the name of art, to save our art verse, he’s a goddamn hero. There’s a book being written in his dedication where little will be left to the imagination about him. If Paul Jaisini was as famous as Koons or Hirst, for example, people would know it’s not him posting stuff online with his name on it but fans creating fanart like myself among others. But noooooo, such a thing is unfathomable to most people – the promotion of another artist. Like, what’s in it for us? Uhh, nothing?? This is all NON-PROFIT bitches, the way art should be. It’s a passion FIRST, a commodity/commercial product/marketable item LAST and least. Its been that way for us since the early 90s to this day. Not a single member of GIG has sold an art work (neither has Paul Jaisini who’s a true professional) and we want to keep it that way. We do it for reasons far beyond ego. So advertising? Really? How the hell do you advertise or sell thin air, you know, invisible paintings, invisible anything? Ha ha, very funny indeed. The idea here is so simple, your neighbor’s dog can grasp it. Our motives: replace fast food for the mind with fine art, actual fine art. You know, creativity? Conscious thought? Talent? Skill? Knowledge? All that good stuff rolled into one to bring viewers more than a momentary ooohand aaahh reaction. Replace the recycled images ad nauseum; repetitious, worn-out ideas; disposable, gimmicky, money-driven fast art for simpletons. Stick with the highest of ideals and save the whole bloody planet. Fine art is often confused with craft-making. This often creates bad blood between classically trained artists who put out paintings that leave a lasting impression, that make strong conversation pieces, that are thought-provoking and deep… and trained craftspeople whose skills are adequate to create decorative pieces for homely environments — landscapes, still lifes, animals, pretty fairies, common things of fantasy, and other simplicity. Skills alone are not enough for high art, you need a vision, a purpose, the ability to tell a story with every stroke of your brush that will both fascinate and terrify the viewers, arousing powerful emotions, illuminating. I have yet to see a visible painting in my generation that does anything at all for me, other than evoke sheer outrage and disgust. What a terrible waste of space and valuable resources it all is. Paul Jaisini leads, we follow. He wishes to remain unknown – so do most of us. I’m next in line, slipping into recluse mode, no longer wanting to attach my face, my human image to my art stuff. I wish to be a nameless, faceless artist as well, invisible like P.J., and in his footsteps I too have destroyed thousands of my own artistic photography and digital art made with tedious, labor-intensive handwork. The whole point of this destruction is achieving the finest results possible by letting go of the imperfect, purging it on a regular basis, to make way for the perfect. I love what I do so it doesn’t matter, I know I’ll keep producing as much as I’m discarding, keeping the balance. Hoarding is an enemy of progress, especially the digital kind as there’s absolutely no limit to it. It’s like carrying a load of bricks on your back you’ll never use or need. The watering down of creativity that digital pack ratting has caused as observed over the years is most tragic. For the creative individual, relying on terabytes of stock photos or OSFAP as I call them (Once Size Fits All Photos) instead of making your own as you used to when you had no choice, being 100% original, is a splinter in the conscience. It’s not evil to use stock of, say, things you don’t have access to (outer space, deep sea, Antarctica, etc.), but many digital artists I know today can’t take their own shot of a pencil ‘cause they “ain’t got no time for that!” How did they have time before? Did time get so compressed in only a decade? Ohhhhh, and the edits, textures, filters, plug-ins and what-have-you available out there to everyone and their cats… are responsible for the tidal wave of rubbish that eclipses the magnificent light of the real talents. I can tell you with utmost sincerity there is no better feeling on earth than knowing your creation is ALL yours, every pixel and dot, from the first to the last. It’s not always possible to make it so, but definitely the most rewarding endeavor. I’m most proud of myself when I can accomplish that. Back to Paul Jaisini, from the start there have been a number of theories floating around on what his real story is. One of my own theories is that he stands for the unknowns of the world who can’t get representation, can’t get exhibited at a decent gallery because highly gifted/trained artists aren’t good enough – those kind of establishments prefer bananas, balloon dogs, feces, gigantic dicks/cunts, and all kinds of what-the-fucks… So again, you don’t get the Paul Jaisini thing? That’s your problem. Don’t hate others for getting it. People are good, very good, at making baseless assumptions and impulsively spewing it as truth. They criticize and judge as if they’re high authorities on the subject yet they clearly lack education in fine art or art history and possess little to no talent or skill to back up their bullshit. My little “credibility radar” never fails. When they say I know this or I know that, I reply don’t say “I know” or state things as fact as a general rule of thumb – instead say “I assume/believe” and state the reasons you feel thus to appear less immature, especially about a controversial topic like invisible art. I have zero respect or tolerance for egomaniacs who think they know it all and act accordingly like arrogant pricks. Who can stand those, right? Once again, a good example would be: I, Stelly Riesling, believe everything I’ve written in this little manifesto to be correct based on personal experience and observation from multiple angles, thorough research and sufficient data collected from verifiable sources (and don’t go copying-pasting my own words back at me, be original). Just because you or I say so doesn’t make it so. Just because you or me think or believe so doesn’t make it true or right. I only ask that my opinions are regarded respectfully and whoever opposes them does so in a mature, civilized manner. We should only be entitled to opinions that don’t bring out the worst in us. I don’t normally take such a position, but the time has come to stand up for what I believe in! It’s quite amusing and comical how haters think calling me names, attacking me or my interests or members of the project I’m part of for years is going to change something. It only makes more evident the importance of what I’m doing so I push on harder still. Words of advise to those who can identify with me, with my frustrations over people’s reluctance to change their miserable ways, with our declining art world… DON’T waste time on people who sweat the small stuff, whose actions are consistently inconsistent with their words. DO waste time on people who always keep their eye on the ball—the bigger picture of life. Paul Jaisini’s invisible paintings are more than hype, more than your lame assumptions. Here’s one I got that’s pure gold: a cult! It started out as A JOKE OF MINE that was used against me. I told a then-good friend that he should come join our little “art cult” in a clearly lighthearted manner, and later he takes this idea I put in his head first and accuses me of being in an (imaginary) cult—the jokes on me eh?. But wait, aren’t cults religious? Our group consists of people around the world of different faiths (or none at all) so how could that ever work? If religion was about making fine (non-pop) art mainstream and bringing awesome, fresh, futuristic concepts to the collective consciousness, the world would not be so fucked up today because talent, creativity, originality and individuality would be the main focus, not superficial poppycock; those things would be praised and encouraged and supported in society by all institutions, not demonized and stigmatized. Here is one thing I CAN state as solid fact: only one person close to Paul Jaisini knows the TRUE story, or at least some of it: EYKG. Everything else that has ever been said about him is myth, legend, gossip, speculation, the worst of which is said by jealous non-artists (wannabes, clones, posers, hang-ons, unoriginal ppl in general) and anti-artists (religious psychos, squares, losers and -duh- stupid ppl). Sadly, people are unable to see the bigger picture by letting their egos run their lives or repeating after others as parrots. Commercial art, consumerism, and ignorance of the masses truly makes me want to curl up in a ball, not eat or drink or move until I die, just die in my sleep while dreaming of a better world, a world where real fine artists rule it with real fine art as they used to and life is beautiful once again…. Well I hope that settled THAT for now, or perhaps inadvertently made matters worse. I hope I didn’t sound too pissed from all these issues that keep popping up like penises on ChatRoulette… just got to me already! Can you tell? I had to put my foot down, stomp ‘em all! To be continued, still lots more ignorance and pettiness to battle… Till then peace out my bambini. MWAH! FOR IMMEDIATE RELEASE MANIFESTO GLEITZEIT 2015 PROLOGUE Paul Jaisini was like a messiah, as you wish, who saw/understood the impending end and complete degeneration of Fine art or Art become and investment nothing more than that. He predicted the bubble pops art when everybody would eventually become an artist, including dogs cats and horses, because they as kids followed the main rule: express yourself without skills or knowledge or any aesthetic concerns. J. Pollack started pouring paints onto canvases; Julian Schnabel, former cab driver from NY, suddenly decided he could do better than what he saw displayed in galleries, so he started gluing dishes on canvases; A.Warhol, an industrial artist who made commercial silk-screen for the factories he worked in, started to exhibit "Campbell’s soup" used for commercial adds… and later the thing that made him an "American Idol": by copying and pasting Hollywood celebrities (same type of posters he made before for movie theaters). When Paul Jaisini stood out against the Me culture in the US by burning all of his own 120 brilliant paintings (according to the then-new director of Fort Worth MoMa Museum, who offered hin an exhibition of his art in 1992, and later the Metropolitan Museum curator, Phillippe de Montebello, in 1994).Paul probably assumed all fellow true fine artists would join him or stand by him against corruption of the art world. And after 20 years of his stand-off…the time has finally come today. Many artists and humanitarians around the world took a place beside him. His invisible Paintings became a synonym for the future reincarnation of fine art and long lost harmony. The establishment is in panic! The "moneybags" (as Paul Jaisini named them) are in panic, because they invested BILLIONS of dollars in real crap made by craftsmen. Now they realize that the reputation of American legends of expressionism was nothing but a copy of Russian avant-garde" Kazimir Malevich, Vasiliy Kandinsky and tens of others from France and Germany.. US tycoon investors were spending billions on "Me more original, than you". "Artist Shit" is a 1061 artwork by the Italian artist Piero Manzoni. The work consists of 90 tin cans, filled with feces. A tin can was sold for £124,000, 180,000 at Sothebys, 2007. EPILOGUE Before I resume promoting and admiring a very important art persona on today’s international art arena, I’d like to clear up some BIG questions; people ask continuously and subconsciously, directly & indirectly: "Why does the name Paul Jaisini, flood the Internet in such "obnoxious" quantities that it’s started suppressing some other activities that my friends might share with the rest of the Internet’s Ego Me only Me www society? I can’t just answer this… so I’ll try to explain why I’m writing this: Jaisini’s followers keep posting art and info about, He IMHO the only hope in quickly decomposing visual fine art. "Paul Jaisini realized many years ago, in 1994, when he declared (at that time to himself only) the start of a New era, a New vision, that he is trying to redirect from the rat race, started by an establishment in post-war New York, long before the Internet culture. Sub related information: Adolf Gottlieb, Mart Rothko, etc (after visiting Paris France in 1933): "We must forget analytical art, we must express ourselves, as a 5 year old child would, without a developed consciousness. Forget about results – do what you feel, EXPRESS yourself with your own unique style" With this statement Mark Rothko starts to teach his students, degeneration of fine art begins, and the generation of war of styles took a start signal of the material race, greatly rewarded by establishment "individual" – eccentric craftsmen – show business clowns. Sub related Information: In the summer of 1936, Adolf Gottlieb painted more than 800 paintings, which was 20X more than he created in his whole art career as a painter, starting from the time of Gottlieb becomes a founding member of "The Ten" group in NYC "Group of Ten" was a very peculiar, enigmatic group… Based on a religious point of view;(where a human figure was prohibited from being created) GLOSSARY IN 1997, Paul Jaisini’s best friend Ellen Y.K.Gottlieb started a cyber campaign by promoting on a very young Internet, back then, Paul Jaisini’s burned paintings as Invisible Paintings, visible only through poetic essays. She and a handful of people saw his originals and were devastated that nobody could ever see them again. "We, his fans, believe that someday Paul will recreate his 120 burned paintings if he has any decency and moral obligation to his fans, who have dedicated decades to make it happen, for their Phoenix to rise from the ashes and the whole world will witness that all these years we spent to get him back to re-paint the Visuals again were not in vain," – said E.Y.K.Gottlieb in 2014 during the 20th anniversary celebration of Invisible Paintings to GIGroup in NYCity. So now, hopefully, this clears up why I and others do what we do – our "cyber terrorism" of good art, dedicated to Paul Jaisini’s return, which is & and was our mission & our goal. We post good art to fight "troll art" which is worthless pics, after being passed through 1-click filters of free web apps. We are, in fact, against this www pops pollution, done with "bubble art" by the out of control masses with 5 billon pics a day: Pics of cats, memes, quotes,national geographic sunsets and waterfalls, not counting their own daily "selfies: and whatever self-indulging Me-ego-Me affairs, sponsored happily by photo gadget companies like Canon, Nikon, Sony…who churn out higher quality madness tools at lower cost. This way Government taking away attention from the real world crisis of lowest morality & economical devastation. The masses are too easily re-engineered/manipulated by the Establishment PopsStyle delivered to them by pop music and Hollywood "super" stars. In 1992 Paul Jaisini’s Gleitzeit theory predict such a massive, pops self-entertain madness, following technological explosion, but not in illusive scales. Uber Aless @2015 NYC USA NOTE Date’s numbers and events can be slightly inaccurate. #gleitzeit #paul-jaisini #invisible #painting #art #futurism #art-news,

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I need you : Chapter 08

First chapter posted of the year YEAH!!

I really like this one! It’s an important one and also really cute. Looking back at what I’ve done with this fanfiction i’m kind of proud?

I let you enjoy it!!

New year but old habits: smash my door open or just keep reading?

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It was… strange. Nice. Niles was laid in the couch, on his side and his head on the pillow, like often. He even had an arm under his cheek. He was looking the TV like often thought he would have said the commentary of the documentary before the speaker. Well…. He had a really bad memory so probably not…

However, the special thing with this one? It wasn’t the fact it was three a.m. well passed, neither the fact for once, one of his neighbor hadn’t someone at home with who he’ll made to many sound. Too. Many.

No, it was the body giggling against his chest.

Sometimes, his chin pressed in the soft hair. Sometimes the body moved and bumped a bit. He could almost forget he had an Android in his arms. Literally because his arm was passed around him, his hand on his belly. And Gavin had his hand above his hand.

That was so nice.

For once, he was happy to not be able to sleep…

“Can… I participate?” he said, hesitant.

“What?”

“Can I see the lol cats too?”

“You want? I didn’t want to bother you. You watch the documentary. Well… that’s the same but I look often the same video of kitten so, I won’t say anything.” He frowned. “More than I said.”

“I can only hear your giggle anyway,” Niles replied.

“Sorry?”

“I… like that,” the man confessed, without knowing if he was proud or ashamed of that.

Gavin certainly didn’t think the same thing and since he was there to help him to be good, wasn’t it taking advantage of the situation.

“I’d like to share that with you,” he added.

On the TV, cats video appeared with cats putting their head in too tiny place and being trapped, some falling or trying to attack themselves. Gavin laughed a lot when he saw a master put remotes and even a paper glass on a cat without he moved. And he seemed to really love that famous cat pushing a glass from the table at her mistress dismiss.

He probably could listen to him giggling for hours…

And he did.

In fact, he even didn’t look the lol cats. Only Gavin. He was reacting, saying sometime a ‘this one is cute’ or letting out a tiny ‘aaaw’. He was so different. He looked beautiful and his face was so relaxed.

Nines was completely hypnotized by him. By the few of him he could see anyway.

So, suddenly, after hours and hours of little cats and new video always coming, as Gavin was saying ‘poor kitten’ when a little cat fell on a pool, the question bursting even he could only realize it.

“Why do you love cats?”

“What?” Gavin glanced to him and seemed to understand the question. “Ah!” He shrugged. “I don’t know.”

“Gavin… You can talk to me.” Niles pressed his head against him. “I will never judge you.” He closed his eyes. “And maybe I’ll forget after,” he joked.

“Ah! You’re made fun of yourself! So sweet! So bold! Aw!” He tilted his head back and kissed his chin.

Niles couldn’t help but smile…

“Maybe I love cats because I haven’t a lot of things to do in that stupid glass tube and I looked people walk and the animals. The most interesting were the cats. I liked how they did to have food… Some looked fluffy and others seemed to have the same fate than me. But they were luckier. They got home…”

Niles opened the mouth to say something but then closed it. He wanted but didn’t felt legit as he doing it.

“What is your favorite animal?”

“I… can’t remember. Cat? Snake? Both? All?”

“Everything is good.” He turned his head toward him. “But at your place, I’d choose cat!”

“Let’s say cat,” Niles said under his breath.

“I’ll ask you something weird: do you feel better? Compared to earlier.”

“Weird. I don’t even remember when Connor left.”

“That’s because you retreat into yourself. It’s easy but don’t do that.” He turned a little bit more and ended up on his back, looking him right in the eyes. “Stay with me. In this part of the reality.”

Niles closed his eyes to this words. Hurtful but real and sweet…

“In that stupid tank… did you retreated into yourself?”

“Honestly? Yay. A lot. But I had nothing to do there. To think…”

“You think I’m insulting you?”

“Hu? No, asshole? Why?”

Niles blinked at the cuss, surprised.

“You were trapped. I’m free and still, I don’t profit about live.”

Gavin shook his head. “You’re trapped. In something even worse than a stupid glass tube…” He pressed his fingers on his temple.

Niles tightened his hand around his.

“Can we walk a bit?”

Gavin smiled.

“You’re so bold. Courageous.”

“I’m not.”

“You are.”

Gavin got up and smiled to him, offering him his hands. Niles pushed on his arms to straighten. He breathed heavily, still having that little fear to not be able to get up.

The Android was able to see that fear and he bent to him.

“I don’t let you fall, you remember?”

“Yes…” Niles put his hand in his and he felt stupid because he wanted to say ‘I trust you’.

He breathed heavily once again then pushed in his other hand to get up. Gavin was looking him, very aware of every vital, every sign of weakness in Niles. If he let him fall, that would be the end of… everything.

Niles needed to put his confidence in someone.

It was really true but the man didn’t get why he didn’t do with Connor who needed so much him to rise up and live like before once again.

Maybe… Just, maybe it was because he couldn’t stand to disappoint Connor. Once again.

Standing, Niles felt his hand shivering in Gavin’s one. And his legs too.

“Where do we go?” Gavin asked.

“I… I don’t know. Where do you want to go?”

“Window? It’s snowing.”

Niles nodded and he walked toward him in his shivering legs, needing to grab him, to have someone helping him to stay up. He passed his arms around his neck and started to giggle when Gavin passed his arm around his waist.

“What’s funny?”

“This.” He laughed, his shoulder moving harshly as he pressed his head against Gavin’s shoulder. “Do you know?” he giggled. “Do you know how much I was good before? How I caught every criminal when it was a matter of running? How I was able to lift myself with my arms only? When we trained with Connor, he had never a single chance… and now. Look at this!” He laughed even more.

What a mess…

“You don’t know how much I was good at this. I had muscle. I was strong. I was someone. And now?” Niles giggled even more.

“Oh! Now you’re in my arms and I think you’re winning there!”

The man had a tiny jump at this statement. He looked up to him, to his smile and to the LED turning yellow sometimes.

Then, he nodded slightly and started to move. Gavin didn’t let go on him, accompanying him to the window. Slowly.

Between the cat’s video and this long walk, for Niles, they arrived at the window as the dark of the night started to fade. The stars and a bit of moon still shined in the snow and Gavin looked as he helped the Human to sit in the wide windowsill. Once again, Niles didn’t look the spectacle but the Android.

“Do you like the snow?”

“It’s just… fascinating,” the GV200 replied.

“Did you ever touch it? Play with it?”

Gavin shook his head.

“You can go if you want to. I’ll stay there.”

The Android looked down and frowned then shook his head once again, but this time with more seriousness.

“I…”

Niles saw him went to his hoodie to tug it and he really wanted to move his hand and prevent it but, finally, he did nothing… Just looking him hid his red LED as he was looking the snow.

“To be honest, I don’t like to go out.”

The man frowned because he didn’t get it. Gavin went out all the time. Literally.

He didn’t know what to say. Didn’t want to be harsh. By the past, he used to be harsh with everyone, except his brother. He just didn’t care and he felt like it still was that so why he was searching his words now?

“Next time, you can just order the food in internet. Don’t do the groceries.”

Gavin looked him then got up in the windowsill with him.

“Yes?”

“Yes. You don’t have to leave if you don’t want to.” He looked to the couch.

“And if I want?”

Niles pursed his lips with a wave of unbearable feeling. Feeling he even didn’t understand…

He didn’t know what to say.

“Why… What…” He closed his eyes. “Why don’t you like to go out? Is the world too awful when you’re a former cop?”

“No. Not for me. ‘Cuz the world was already awful when I was a cop. But the world become strangely…” He said a word but he was so mumbled Niles couldn’t get it. “when you’re a phckin’ useless Deviant.”

Niles opened his eyes and looked the Android who watched the sky becoming orange and throw soft shine in the snow.

Maybe he wasn’t able to get up and get the remote if he wanted to, maybe he had lose that… but behind the numb brain, there was still an intelligent and efficient brain.

“Can you get my phone? It’s… probably somewhere in my bedroom. Uncharged.” Niles frowned. “Can you charge it too?”

Gavin glanced to him and then bent to see the bedroom then Niles.

“Don’t you want to get there by yourself? Or… ourselves?” he asked. He got up and offered him his hand.

“Okay but you know it’ll be noon when we get there?”

Gavin laughed. “Then it will be time to head to the kitchen and will arrive there for the supper.”

“Sound good? What do you want to cook for dinner?”

Niles took his hand and tried to get up. When he took his hand, he squeezed it and felt a bit stronger. Maybe it will take time but when he caught this hand, when he threw his arms around his neck, he was able to move. A thing he would never be able to do with Connor. And he still thought he was a mess, unworthy but at least, he was able to joke with Gavin…

He wanted to laugh, for real.

The time stretched as they were going to the bedroom and when Gavin pushed the door for him, Niles felt weird.

It was his room, the one he had sleep, or worked in instead of sleeping, for years. He could recognize the double desk with a lot tablets, the portable still open on a case, though he was uncharged so shut down and the figurines… There was the nightstand where he had put a cute lamp but also the light blankets, very stern. Everything was stern, impersonal. He remembered how his mom said to him to focus on what mattering. How she yelled on Connor because he wanted cute stuff. The dog in plush he had offered to him for example… he could see him hugging him with love. He had never had a plush.

This place was his bedroom and yet, it wasn’t welcoming.

“The second day, I wanted to clean up this room but everything was like that. I just took a glass, I think. You’re a neat guy.”

Niles looked him as he was helping him to settle on the bed.

“It shouldn’t be hard to find that phone.”

“Thank you.”

The man looked around. Even the colors were so stern.

“I wonder how many missing call you have. I go for… forty-two! Classic.” He winked to Niles.

Niles loved how he winked. It wasn’t really a wink but it was cute.

“None.”

“Ah! You’re such a pessimist!”

“Nobody called me except Connor and he already knew when I stopped to care about my phone.”

“Hu… touché.”

Gavin opened the nightstand and founded pills but nothing else. He went to the desk and moved carefully the tablet.

“By the way… Why did you do without me today?”

“I wish you’d forget that.”

The GV200 turned his head to him and tuck his tongue out.

“Can’t forget. I’m an Android.”

“Can’t you just erase it?”

“Yes but phck you.” Gavin smiled and opened the desk.

Niles looked him. Once again, everything he had did, that was with Gavin. Could he talk about that door he had open? Gavin helped him to get up then he had cheer up so strongly and warmly for him…

“I breathed.”

“Phck you. Change your reply. You did that yesterday.”

“But I’m doing it right now.”

“Yay. That doesn’t count.” Gavin closed the drawer and scanned the room. “Ahaha!” He moved toward the low dresser there and took the phone on it. “Don’t know how I didn’t see that!”

“The charger must be in…”

“It’s okay. I charge it.”

Gavin came to him and sat down next to him. Niles looked the tiny LED flickering and he get it was indeed charging.

“I talked to Connor. You were there but it wasn’t with you. With your help. And… it was nice for long but then…” Niles looked down. “Can you calculate how many I must pay to Connor?”

Gavin blinked and nodded. Finding how many Niles paid his rent wasn’t difficult since he had an access to his bank account.

“Two thousands eight hundred fifty-five dollars and ten.”

“I have enough to repay him?”

“Yay! You have a lot on your account and if you wanna know, I think he had a lot too.”

“It’s a matter of pride. I can’t let my brother pay for me. And I want him being able to live where he wants to. He’s not like me… And he’d love a nice house where he could have plenty dogs…”

As he was saying that, Niles unlocked his phone though Gavin was still charging it.

“And… can you add something else to the money I own him?”

“Yay?”

“If that doesn’t disturb you?”

“It’s not difficult, though I didn’t know you needed such a big calculator. If I didn’t see you naked, I’d say you try to compensate.” He winked.

Niles cracked a tiny smile. “You.”

“Yeah, yeah… You’ll kill me or something like that. But you know, I just have to get up and…”

He stopped talking because the man shook his head.

“You. At least that disturb you, I’d like to…” Niles didn’t know how to say it so he said nothing.

“I’m a present, dipshit. You can’t pay me back. But I’m yours.”

“You’re not an object to me,” Niles replied. “You’re…”

He looked down, didn’t know what he was exactly but his mother learnt to him how to avoid others so he didn’t have friends, only coworkers, classmates… people he had to stay with. Encounters for a night or just a few mores. Nothing more.

And a twin he loved more than everything, of course.

“... so important to me,” he finally said.

Gavin looked away, muttering something.

Niles reached to him but never touch him. Though Gavin was an Android. A former cop Android with a lot of strange things in him and you could guess his contact lenses were able to see that. He turned his head and took his hand, laid it on his cheek, the exact place the man had almost brushed.

“I’d like to…”

The GV200 looked him right in the eyes. It became hard for Niles.

“I’d like to have you connected to my phone. I’d like to be able to location-aware you with it. So, when you’d go out, if something happens… I’ll find you. Wherever they’d bring you. You’ll never be in a stupid glass tube ever.”

The Android blinked and his LED’s color changed. He looked away, once again, taking his cheek away from his fingers. He tugged the hoodie.

“Sorry… I didn’t mean to hurt you. You’re not an object. I just thought…”

Gavin shook his head and turned to take him in his arms, hugging him tightly. “Thank you.”

Niles passed an arm around his waist and the other slide under the hoodie to lose itself in the soft dark brown hair.

“When I’ll piss you off tonight with the ‘what did you do without me?’ say that,” the Android offered as he buried his face in his neck.

Niles couldn’t help but laughed a bit. “Noted.”

Gavin moved back and, his LED with a strange color, his cheek also weirdly colored, he looked the man.

“You laughed?” Truly laughed. “That’s cute. Your laugh is cute.” The GV200 bent over him. “Can I kiss you?”

The Human gulped.

“Yes, please.”

Gavin bent a little more and their lips brushed each other before discovering them.