Cappy

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"Now we have to find another one," Linda N thought slicing one of Cappy's atrocious canvases with a nail file.her office ,surrounded by the Ruiner's sicko work,which she had bought anonymously to get them out of other's sight.
with her bare fingers she poked out the eye of a small self portrait in sloppy papier mache that Cappy had done back when he knew better.Further and further into the socket ,chipping a nail on the underwire,wishing it wasn't just Cappy's sculpture but Cappy's face
Her,the hero blinding the Son of a Pitch
 ..who has betrayed we who have  done everything to him



over the years Cappy's paintings changed from fun brite graffiti art to a type of High Degeneracy based on celebrity and pop culture fixation..or rather condemnation
smashing it like a cue ball
breaking the colors
and numbers that drove their game

Cappy
used to be "one of theirs"

it was Cappy who had the idea of removing entire wall fronts from decaying urban neighborhoods for a decorator in Malibu
buyers paying up tp 300 grand for the disgustingly intact (cheap wallpaper,peeling paint)other side of the tact "wallhangings".Or urban tapestry as Cappy called them ,with that "knowing without knowing"smile that wouldn't be there for much longer ,now that he had no only begun mocking the stars and Change Agents that had made him a brand
and NOW  the very system that had No Name.

before he was called Cappy he was just Peter,a tough kid that "one of the team" had been told to spot moping,doodling and whoring on santa monica blvd...bad cartoons and graffiti stencils in a half ripped binder
..he was cute or at least cute enuf to be" tagged" and  given his lucky red cap (fitted "on the inside" with sensors the fuckers at Neuro-sky and Emotiv could only dream of )..with the cap on, the still fledgling wranglers at Dome could experience "shared experiences" of tricking with Peter,now called Cappy by the Group.At the time Cappy was game for" the game",happy to be an urban astronaut which helped fund his career as much as it funded the Enterprise of New Way  Direct Neural Interface

In the early 2000's though Cappy turned on them.no more bright colors or cartoons,

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> ,his work began resembling "the shit done by jews in camps" Linda N said at the meeting where it was decided that Cappy was a Ruiner .And a agreed upon that some  constituents were sent to "app the rat " with Wireless...when Cappie recovered from the beating and left the ICU a month later , an idea was launched to kill 2 birds at once
Let  the Ruiner paint away..
the now gimpie  has been of the art world could carry on with his filth Linda herself would make sure he was  raised up once more to public appraisal..
nudging  various publications that Parasol Picture's owned to trump up Cappy's  new work as The New Black.The New Banko.to instate to collectors that
 Degenerate ART was IN
and there was Cappy,always opened to adoration
hobbling on a cane with  his busted back(and nano known only to his "Friends" at Dome) in a suit and tie at his biggest showing yet a high end gallery  of  a "friend" of Parasol Pics and Dome.Oh
the photos of poor Cappy at that opening could not have been more awful
the encephalitis that often accompanied nano inducement made the than unknowing Artiste" appear both moonfaced and half mad.when an interviewer asked him what inspired this "bastion of genius" Cappy said he seemed to hear a Muse.
Linda N was disappointed Cappy didn't admit he was hearing voices.
He was.
as Evan had been monitoring the Ruiner for a year and half,suggesting painting themes,seamlessly into Cappy's nano-ed hippocampus..

 in the next 5 years the voices (The Muse)would become bolder as delicate mesh of transmitting neural filament would drift down toward the section of the brain that controlled Cappy's visual cortex
just in time for "a Happening" to occur
in which Cappy Goes Postal
or at least "postal" enuf that in the future whenever people saw art such as Cappy's they would forever associate it with "sicko", madness and murder.
but some one had let Cappy know he'd been Domed and about "the HaPPENING"
and lately Cappy had begun only painting landscapes.
also a"friend" at Google had sent her records that indicated that Cappy had made an appointment for a full Body Scan and a  complicated blood test AND a criminal lawyer


to them now I am a broken car
that cannot just be left abandoned
because the car was stolen
because this vehicle
is suspicious
I am a lost cause
a liability
a bad example
for big bizness and self will
and that was not why I was born
nor the thousand others meant to be steered
"kill yourself:
should I care what they think
they
they know everything about me
and nothing at all
I am a dirty secret
an embarrassment
a flop
a waste of money
time
hope
..
i am sick to them
but I feel fine
i sicken them
yet they read on
pass me  to other collection agencies.investors.
some
just for the thrill.
and now
to prove a point and be an example
these ravings are allowed up here
a consideration  (when I disappear) so others in my predicament might not write
such "strange tales'
they thought of me as a project before conception
although I sometimes think of them as monsters
they always thought of me as such