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This ring is the disparity portal

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  This ring is the disparity portal What are our cognitive struggles? Metamodernist art by JJFBbennett The glass ring doesn't just divide the canvas; it bridges two entirely different eras of the soul. Look to the left. You see that heavy, anxious abstract expressionism—thick, turbulent strokes of purple and white paint colliding in a chaotic swirl. It’s the noise of modern anxiety, the visceral weight of our internal cognitive struggles. But follow the curve of the glass to the right, and the world opens up into an almost naive, idyllic landscape. Soft green hills, a quiet, winding river, and a pastoral peace that feels like a memory of a place we’ve never actually been. It’s intentionally a bit ironic, a bit nostalgic—a digital dream of simplicity. This ring is the disparity portal itself. It is a lens balancing on the fine line of metamodernism, suspended between cynical detachment and sincere hope. And if you look closely right there on the upper-left curve of the glass, I left...
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The Art of Bigots

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The Art of Bigots

Please Explain (Bigots on the Storm)

thunder cracking, pouring rain, distant tortured piano

[Verse 1]

Bigots on the storm

Bigots on the storm

Into this hell we're thrown

Like a corpse without a home

A puppet carved from bone

Bigots on the storm


[Verse 2]

There's a Hanson in the abyss

Her mouth is rotting with the hiss

"Swamped by Asians!" vomits through the black

"Please explain!" — the last words you’ll hear back

Take a long holiday to the void

Let the mining blood money be enjoyed

If you give this poison a ride

Sweet Australia will suicide

Hanson in the abyss… yeah


[Chorus]

Bigots on the storm

Bigots on the storm

Into this grave we're thrown

Bigots on the storm


[Verse 3]

Burqa in the Senate, reaper in disguise

"Muslims incompatible!" as the nation dies

"No good ones," she exhales like cyanide

"Religion of hate," the bigots glorify

Child after child on the dole they curse

Conditional sorry — watch the country burn first

If I've offended the good ones, well…

The storm devours and tolls the final bell


[Bridge – spoken low, demonic echo, barely human]

And the shadows on the forums bleed

"Send 'em back!" as the last light recedes

They're takin' our jobs, our beer, our soul

Stupid remarks dig the nation’s hole

"Fake news, mate!" howls into the black

While the truth is slaughtered and never comes back


[Chorus – layered, ghostly screams]

Bigots on the storm

Bigots on the storm

Please explain…

Please explain…

[Outro – fading into endless void, whispers turning to screams]

Bigots on the storm…

Please explain…

(whispered, dying) Please… explain…

thunder swallows everything







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