Our main focus here at negative infinity is to bring into existence creations of minimally- to uber-epic proportions by making up as many people as we can so that it appears to the general public that we have an incredibly efficient team of professionals handling the multitude of endeavors we undertake - which span the various media - in order to bring peace-of-mind to the people that believe it is necessary for a large amount of people to do a relatively small amount of straightforward tasks. It is, furthermore, our goal to divert attention away from the fact that all artists involved in n.i.p. are by no means making any money and are, therefore, worthless as human beings in the eyes of the man. 'Cause it's DIY or bust, baby. And let me just say that I have no qualms about using the term "the man" because the females of the world tend not to have inferiority complexes to the same extent as males, which would otherwise cause them to forcefully impose their frequently ignorant, selfish, and downright fascist opinions, rules, preferences, laws, etc. upon other living things in a futile attempt to impress somebody with a larger... paycheck. But I digress; all affiliated artists of n.i.p. actively boycott the pursuit of corporate sponsorship due to the knowledge that the money a "true" rockstar makes in a year would feed most of the starving children in the world for a week or two. So let the man and the middleman and the intermediaries and all of their affiliated legal council go have their party somewhere else because we dont want anything to do with it. Us DIYers, we have our place and time, one that is unique because we all bring something different with us, and it is through our random organization of a chaotic subculture that we can hope to exist in a truly symbiotic world of sharing, bartering, exchanging favors, and redistributing liberated materials from the hideously wealthy and selfish to all the starving artists/people/animals that share this vision of a collective collaboration of creativity, bound by nothing except our fears of both effortlessly transcending spacetime and being violently attacked. Punk may be dead, but our ability to travel the seas of our minds, free from the oppressive mass-marketing brainwash machine, can never die. So start popping those antioppressants, cause we ain't go down without a fight, y'all.
we helped produce this short film...
click "movies" on the left, then click "search movies" on the right. finally, type in smell the roses and it will be the first one to come up. {disclaimer: film contains strong language}
