"No More Small Talk" LIV FONTAINE

About

My name is Venus flytrap. The drawings tell stories in contradiction of feminism and fiction about the righteous and the sick. My name is seething caldron where hot thoughts meet small talk made worse by unshakeable conditions of worth. Why do people always say: you're bubbly when you’ve got big tits? Why do people never say: chaotic disasters can be cathartic. I'm trying hard to identify hot thoughts -cognitive distortions and useless information relating to the mental health status of the closest most distant relation. I'm not a woman who likes small talk, no I'm not a woman who likes small talk. I'm frustrated. I'm humiliated. I’m filled with rage and tension. Some people say prolonged provocation leads to aggression and death while others say stroke deprivation leads to depression and death. Bad perception becomes good presentation and working it out, working it out, working it out just isn't working. The performance of progress becomes the performance of madness but isn't it better to be mad than sad? Isn't it better to be bad then mad? Live a good life die a good death but isn't it better to be A fool dancing on a cliff edge?