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matteoscammell
Oct 24, 2020
In Matteo's Demons
Hold out your hand. Wait. If you have a hand, hold it out. If you don’t have a hand, you can just look in front of you. If you can’t look, it's OK. You’re actually more advanced than the others and you’re already in the right place. If you have a hand, but you can’t hold it out, that's OK just look in front of you. And if you’re having trouble you can just close your eyes and observe what you see. For those who are holding your hands out, shape your palm so that it is facing up. Your fingers should be facing away from you. For the rest of you, just keep doing what you’re doing, you are already achieving what needs to be done. Thanks so much. Now, everyone, look at the situation in front of you. And just observe what you observe. Take a look at the objects in the space, and the things that define it. And then take your time and imagine that all of the objects aren't there except for like a cookie sized space above your palm. The cookie sized space above your palm is like it's own thing. And that area belongs there and maybe it's the only thing in the room. Take your time. It might be easier if you take your palm away and just keep seeing that cookie sized space where your palm was. It's a little weird, I know. So let's go further and imagine that little space above your palm is actually a landscape. Like a huge piece of land. And if it's hard to do, maybe close your eyes and imagine it in your mind. See that? Now, just for fun, make lots of landscapes out of the cookie sized space. What was that like? Did you achieve it? Was it obnoxious? All was intended. I’ll get to my point in a second. You can put your hand down now, if you haven’t already. I know instructions can be tedious… So now - after all that- the space where your palm was is still there right? Even without your hand there. Somehow, there is now an object that you made both in the room and also in your brain. Seems obvious right? And all those little landscapes you made are still there too. That will all still be here. The space. The imagined landscapes. And even all the space that is - right now. Even when your brain stops making it be there. ==++== Can you imagine if there was just a wall at the end of the universe? Right? Like all the way at the end. Like way past the galaxies or whatever And then just like a board. Like a dumb wooden board like half an inch thick? Like, particle board. End. Sorry, “no entry.” And you know, obviously there would have to be something on the other side of that wall? But then like, who put it there? Or like, that’s a big wall. And then like, well...duh...on the other side of the wall is….duh…”nothing”. Oh this is stupid. Of course, like then “nothing” becomes something. Which is super frustrating. Cause that’s just shitty logic. Or like, shitty brain thinking. But it’s kinda funny too. Cause it morphs around in your mind like an apple. It morphs around in your mind like a bear. It morphs around in your mind like a blue tarp in a hurricane coming at your face. And jumping down your throat and staying twisted up by the wind and inertia and like gobbling you up like turkey and stuffing your eyelids into your shoes. Like pennies. in a sack. in the air. in a city. on your head. in broad daylight. Like at noon. When you’re alone. And afraid. And hoping. And wrong. On Jupiter. With Elmo. On crack. In a basement. In a grave. Without your friends. Without your parents. Without your hope. Without your fear. Teeming with bravery and courage and fighting. And winning. And crushing. And dominating. Anyway. This is it. The end. Is your hand down?
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matteoscammell
Oct 20, 2020
In Matteo's Demons
Aaaaaaah another day in paradise. Kicking back and enjoying the cool breeze And drifting away to the soothing sounds of the cosmic waves of inevitability The best part of my job is I don’t have to do much. It takes a few million years to get comfortable with not doing anything Oddly my collection is gathered for me Universe just keeps on making and making I can sip on my coolade and watch everything get bigger Gimmie all your shit! You fucker. HEHEHEHAHA MINE NOW BITCH You suck. YOU SUCK. YOU SUCK. Gimmie alllllllll ya shit! HeH. Fckr. MINE NOW MINE YOU DIE I GET cYA’SHIT Fckr. IM DA BESSST! HEh! Yeeeah. Try this. Try this on Try this out CANT! HEH! CAN’T! Fool. Only I get all the shit. Me. Me Me Me Me ME. Fuckr DIE And gimmie ya shit! I’m gonna get it. I’m gonna get it. You know i’m gonna get it. Cuz you gon give it All Tuh meee When ya die!! HAHHEHEHE fuckkER!!! Ya little fuck! Little fuckR!! GIMMIE YA SHIIIIITT You Can’t fuck with Me Bitc Bitc Little bitc Heheehe Little bitc Hehehehee Little bitc You a little bitc For real tho. I will possess all of your belongings once you pass. And the people who follow you pass And those ones pass And everything you love will pass And everything you hate will pass And fuck your couch It will pass And fuck your hat it will pass And fuck your mom it will pass And fuck your heart it will pass And fuck your life it will pass And fuck their lives they will pass And fuck this song it will pass And die early deaths because they will pass And eat your children they will pass And kill your gods they will pass And find out who the bad one is because he will also pass but until he does you will suffer and suffer and grow and bend and break and hope and cry and love and strive and prove and fail And all that mother fuckin shit gon pass. So give it up little fuck. You’re mine.
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matteoscammell
Oct 13, 2020
In Matteo's Demons
https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCTEko7I4J1JTpDEQkxdSEXQ?view_as=subscriber
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matteoscammell
Oct 12, 2020
In Matteo's Demons
1. show us your collection
 My collection lives on the streets where you walk. Lives there asking for remembrance for honor. The discarded forgotten pieces that once had lives. That once had meaning. I am the item furthest back on the shelf. After the store has closed. And the people have gone. I am the space behind the dumpster. Where no one dares look. My collection is with you when you don’t know it. I am every department store’s last day of operations. I am where the good will ends. I am every vintage collection ever. I am second hand, third hand, fourth hand, forever. 2. what are you missing, what’s the holy grail, what are you longing / looking for?
 Please stop accumulating. Stop making more. That doens’t mean throw it away!! You’ve only made more...please stop. Just stop stop stop stop stop. Cease. Cease. I will always hold more. I wish I didn’t have to. It’s worse than that Sisyphus character. It’s more like, every time I roll the boulder up the mountain I have to roll two more down. And then three more up. And 5 more down and 6 more up. Every day. Every century. Forever and forever. Since before before. And after forever. Fool. you could never understand. Why bother to beg. yYou’ll only forget this. And I’ll have to pick it up for you. And remember. For every soul that ever existed. It’s the things that are remembered That I will not carry. Please remember! Remember! remember! 3. a moment of danger You will never be rid of me, no matter how hard you try. Out of sight out of mind?!?! I am your mind. I am every guilty thought you’ve ever had. Every time you throw me away I come back harder. Always living always dying. I am the oceans currents and I will never cease. I will always tumult. I will always hurricane. I will always thrash and spin and dive and swell. And when my earth is gone, my moon will throw me anyway. I am every pushing pulling force the divinities could never overthrow. Goodnight, space fool. Your garbage. Your memories. End up somewhere. They end up with me. And you will never be forgotten. No matter how hard you try to escape. I will always be giving you back to yourself. 4. describe an interaction with one of the other demons
 I like that hair fellow. He does his collecting for me. The one thing I cannot carry. Hair. And you’d be surprised how much there is. It might seem like there’s not a lot of it. Or that its light volume doesn’t carry weight. Heres a dumb question, what’s heaver? A ton of mud? Or a ton of hair? The answer is easy, but think about this: which one takes up more space? Yeah. that’s why I love him so much. He makes things easier….so much easier. Curiosity is the Key element for both the characters and the audience and the Essential Beauty... I am really into Curiosity.
Curiosity can become longing if left untended. (ross as the Name, suli as the memory/experience. Lindsay is the skin - obvi- and Matteo is the identity? Soul... Just thinking about demons as pieces of Identity....) Yes- I like the Waiting Room being the answer. Ross deamon is web cam, Suli is a File system Linsday is like under the keyboard Matteo is like the hangtime in downloading.....????
(totally a brainstorming question not an idea!)
 that is the worst.. when you are in the Zoom void...
I feel like there is something about that feeling that is part of the Space collector that our audience will recognize. The void and Vastness
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matteoscammell
Oct 08, 2020
In Matteo's Demons
1. show us your collection
 My collection lives on the streets where you walk. Lives there asking for remembrance for honor. The discarded forgotten pieces that once had lives. That once had meaning. I am the item furthest back on the shelf. After the store has closed. And the people have gone. I am the space behind the dumpster. Where no one dares look. My collection is with you when you don’t know it. I am every department store’s last day of operations. I am where the good will ends. I am every vintage collection ever. I am second hand, third hand, fourth hand, forever. 2. what are you missing, what’s the holy grail, what are you longing / looking for?
 Please stop accumulating. Stop making more. That doens’t mean throw it away!! You’ve only made more...please stop. Just stop stop stop stop stop. Cease. Cease. I will always hold more. I wish I didn’t have to. It’s worse than that Sisyphus character. It’s more like, every time I roll the boulder up the mountain I have to roll two more down. And then three more up. And 5 more down and 6 more up. Every day. Every century. Forever and forever. Since before before. And after forever. Fool. you could never understand. Why bother to beg. yYou’ll only forget this. And I’ll have to pick it up for you. And remember. For every soul that ever existed. It’s the things that are remembered That I will not carry. Please remember! Remember! remember! 3. a moment of danger You will never be rid of me, no matter how hard you try. Out of sight out of mind?!?! I am your mind. I am every guilty thought you’ve ever had. Every time you throw me away I come back harder. Always living always dying. I am the oceans currents and I will never cease. I will always tumult. I will always hurricane. I will always thrash and spin and dive and swell. And when my earth is gone, my moon will throw me anyway. I am every pushing pulling force the divinities could never overthrow. Goodnight, space fool. Your garbage. Your memories. End up somewhere. They end up with me. And you will never be forgotten. No matter how hard you try to escape. I will always be giving you back to yourself. 4. describe an interaction with one of the other demons
 I like that hair fellow. He does his collecting for me. The one thing I cannot carry. Hair. And you’d be surprised how much there is. It might seem like there’s not a lot of it. Or that its light volume doesn’t carry weight. Heres a dumb question, what’s heaver? A ton of mud? Or a ton of hair? The answer is easy, but think about this: which one takes up more space? Yeah. that’s why I love him so much. He makes things easier….so much easier.
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matteoscammell
Oct 08, 2020
In Matteo's Demons
I can’t sleep. Something keeps me Locked in here By only seeing Forever seeing The time is black Our souls are waiting Something is keeping me Locked in here Stuck body Holding visions It’s so weird here Hair is burning Throat is swallowing its spit and memories How long has it been now Who goes there? I see you Attached and breathing We are apart now The time will come When we are the same You don’t know it now The time will come When we are the same
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matteoscammell
Oct 05, 2020
In Matteo's Demons
What is collected? 1: Space is collected. A place where space exists in multitudes and therefore is expansive and restricted. Where claustrophobia and agoraphobia meet. 2: Memories are collected. Memories of forgotten acts. The language of what we try to forget. What is collected are the memories we have forgotten. What is the atmosphere? 1: The atmosphere is comforting with respect to closeness and nauseating with respect to distance. It’s like being in pitch black. Where the darkness feels like a blanket. The darkness is invasive. It’s dusty here. Dusty and illuminating. 2: The atmosphere is best described as disorienting. Confusion. Contradiction. What does it sound like? 1: It sounds very close and very far away. Like a record playing backward in slow motion at the bottom of the ocean. 2: maybe like 10,000 whispering questions. What are they wearing? 1: i imagine them wearing only their blackened eyes. I imagine a face with only features and no detail. 2: whatever it is it’s really long and really cumbersome. What is the relationship to the camera? 1: directly in front of it. Or maybe we don’t see anyone in particular. 2: they confess to the camera. One piece of information that might be a biography: 1: something close to eternity. Like a presence that has always been and will always be. The paradox of being able to comprehend eternity becomes impossible. 2: Maybe she’s trying to give the memories back. Maybe she’s always trying to give unwanted things to people.
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