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Benjamin
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Interested In:
Friends, Activity Partners
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Member Since:
Jul 2003
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Benjamin's URL:
http://profiles.friendster.com/1157377
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Schools:
Whitmer High School, Attended 1996 - 1999, Class of 1999
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Other education:
San Francisco Art Institute
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College/University:
San Francisco Art Institute, Attended 2003 - 2006, Class of 2006, Bachelor's Degree, New Genres
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Occupation:
art, exploration, book selling
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Favorite Books:
Philip k Dick, Jonathan Lethem, Plato
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Favorite Music:
Indie, Post-rock, Post-Punk, Goth
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Zodiac Sign:
Pisces
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Who I Want to Meet:
Nebulas
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installations. i was slinking around the art
institute the night of the 24 hour performance
and it made itself clear to me that past
midnight, i had no other choice but to slide
past security into gallery x, which conveniently
locks from the inside, turn on the lights,
video, and sound for "requiem for a sheep"
(that was the one about masturbation ...
right?), and climax in synchronism with a
delicately executed spatuala-egg yolk
prodding, which was very satisfying on a
number of levels. afterward, i danced nakedly
and lewdly on his coffins. i took some shadow
photographs, but if my camera had a timer, i
could have captured some really outstanding
"documentation" for both of us. so, that adds
ben's name to the short list of artists whose
work has, for me, directly and instantaneously
induced auto-erotic release: michelangelo.
ben. also of note is that previous to this
episode, i spent an hour meditating on ben's
"the love motif" in the courtyard. this was
about the time when ghosts started whistling
and traveling halfway across the country to
break ankles.
to earth on life-giving wish-granting
winds, an imposing mound of quivering
frantic and serene clear orange jello,
a happy chance, a turkish carpet
salesman, jewish, a dead hedgehog on
the highway to heaven, Ben is the full
smooth and uncut sublime blissful
length of reasonable thought, Ben
crowds the sky, Ben feeds pure nectar
with his hands to the Gods who keep the
world blue-green, have you seen him?
Ben molds perception, loves out his
life, affects small san francisco
raindrops so that they may weep
joyfully in their plummet to infinity,
so if you find yourself wrung moist,
scalded and shipwrecked on the isle of
the absolute and the sky - personal as
perfect blue eyes makes you feel like
an infant and the salt water laps
against you like a friendly army of
ants trying to gently remind you of
somehting...yeah...you should be so
lucky.
sexuality...