Poem within

assuming gold and leather

feel the same, in heaven and hell

betting on love like a macerated grape

you assume, tastes as good

as it smells


Max BarsnessComment
he is not his job, he will become his art

as I slip my mind from lubricated attempts at raindrops forming silence
to the small, haphazard lil boy
emboldened with rage and plastic explosives
caring more about an 8bit loss
than who or what goes where
in the milieu of anatomies

Max BarsnessComment
In the emptiness I found enough

I don't think I ever wanted to be a photographer. It wasn't anything I specifically found interesting or difficult. Full disclosure I have suffered from OCD my entire adolescent life. What started as a drunken lust for wandering the streets of Los Angeles, evolved into a passion for the lines of brick and mortar and controlled chaos of nature.



Max BarsnessComment
happy earth day

grab a green juice

make a flower crown

drive out to the desert

make up science

exploit American exceptionalism

take a picture

post it

tag the earth

it will last longer


Max BarsnessComment
neither art nor artist

How to become insta famous:

Don't change your style. Stick to one color grade. Only pick one subject; preferably the historically vulnerable but still sexually palatable. Only go to places your followers can't go cause they can't afford it or go to places your followers live cause that's all they can afford. Blue! Every motherfucker loves blue! Oceans and skies and the infinite of fuck you too. Tag famous people not because you want their attention but because you NEED their attention. Trust me, you are right, they are just like you.

But also.

Here is a gate, with a lock, that goes nowhere, fast

#heretosavela #fuckyoupayartiststothinkforyou

Max BarsnessComment

so desperate for positive affirmation

I have abandoned logic and criticism

for digital sanitation


by other's mutual masturbation


Max BarsnessComment