12.30.2022 - Lost In Linguistics - Jeffery Page

Lost in Linguistics

12.30.2022 - Lost In Linguistics

Hola…It’s me just wrapping it up on this side of things. I feel good with all the work I have done. Also sharing the progress that I have made in both aspects of life. I have picked up a new press in which I will be releasing a new series of prints all hand done by me available in low limited runs. Did I mention new stickers have been ordered? Well, Yes! Yes they were. As for the Holidays I hope that you all have enjoyed them in your own ways. I know I did. Until next time be aware I am taking on new clients for LA and Petaluma always. Just contact Victoria@JefferyPage.com . Remember to always stay focused and present within your world of happiness. Sincerely Me aka your friend Jeffery

Creative Writing.

Translation of an Artist 

The best thing about existing as an artist regardless of art form is we are just littering thoughts from our mind. If anyone doesn't understand that then they must be crazy not the artist. We all live in some kind of fantasyland.Don't take an artist literal. We are all crazy. Yet, technically our job is to observe, translate and create through our medium. It’s rough being a journalist or even a comedian at times. I guess being an artist is truly being a politician. Especially now days. We are all putting ourselves upon a chopping block to be assassinated.

That is my idea of being an artist. Step outside the box. Be assassinated.

The Trigger Words to Silence.

(A short idea)

A thought into the future with me.

IT is not too far into the future. By meaning of “IT” I mean “US.

I screamed. I screamed. I screamed once. I wrote down in my tablet.

Remembering these fateful words like yesterday. as I was the screamed to the world. To the internet. Desensitize the words or we shall never be able to communicate in the future. For eventually the law will prohibit anyone from speaking. For I know Silence is Golden. As my words seem to be like bullets. My words are why someone would want to kill me. Even if I speak of love and being better that will scare those who must look in within themselves to see their flaws. The bullets will fly until we enter the quiet ages. We will all send messages of how even music was sung. Stories told. Words of Love and Hate filled the air. As we all had a freedom to speak. It was I who did have my last words. They slit my vocal chords on national streaming services and declared they were doing it to protect the world. Which meant it was time they must silence the world. Anyone speaking aloud will be silenced. Staged ritual vocal slitting and other torturous acts in public were the beginning. No words were to be spoken. We were all told not show emotion. We were to serve not speak. In the end we just bowed and obeyed.

(slang) for BOMB A success; something excellent. quotations . Their new record is the bomb. That party was the bomb! You know Slang.

Also a reminder there will always be sarcasm. It’s my website. I can do what I want. I’m just creating over here a world of pure imagination.