Youth Splatter

Genertation Art (Revised Version)

The vomit of the collective masses:

Dollar signs, diamonds,

Cosmopolitan advertisements dripping with

Angular, bony models

Plastic, manufactured Gautreaus

 and Flaming Junes

McDonald’s grease-streaked faces hiding underneath

Mosaics of cellophane tears

                                                                                                                 And capitalistic blankets

Slowly asphyxiating them,

                                            Meek and benign,

Like an Angel of Mercy smothering a sick, dying baby.

The disheartened prose mingles between glossy photographs -

Cut outs of paper thin ladies in satin underpants or

Pseudo-tough gals,

Faux brutes wearing their roughneck-tough like the next fashion,

Cigarette pressed firmly between pouty lips,

A sexy revolver strapped to the hips.

Strewn together

So haphazardly,

Even they have no idea what it all means, but it looks good, right?

Tapped into the brains of a million consumer hungry youths,

Strangled by the cords of their Iphone chargers,

Regurgitating the pixilated words from their last text message.

Last Supper TV Trays serve food for thought-

Eat and puke back up, purge and binge.

Brain cells spume like bubbles in an IV, balloon and burst open, then get

Vigorously gobbled up by the masses, the media.

It’s art.

-Ashley Ryan

It is Damn near impossible to get a good family photo of my son and I. Atleast he isn’t making out with me in this one hahaha. Good morning Westwood!

Fck swag

Awww my lil fats falling asleep in my clothes pile

My favorite tree ever ♡♥♡

Gucci mane approved