ALL I WANT IS VULGARITY
The Alluring Torment of Excess 
(2024)
Single-channel digital video with sound

ALL I WANT IS echoes as a desperate plea for fulfillment that material wealth cannot provide.
The piece operates as a critical examination of late-capitalist desire, where excess functions not as pleasure but as symptom. Vulgarity is positioned as a structural condition rather than an aesthetic choice: a byproduct of systems that equate value with accumulation, visibility, and domination. Material wealth, hyper-mobility, and sexual access are presented as compulsory performances of success—gestures that promise fulfillment while quietly eroding subjectivity.

Endless travel, women, and riches serve mute satisfaction in selling of one's self. Lyrical heavy armor and artillery are not just symbols of power but a life besieged by paranoia and the need for a protective impenetrable shield of wealth against perceived threats. High-octane parties and fleeting pleasures fill an emotional void with indistinguishable sensory overload.  Presented as an unyielding sense of invincibility, an "undead living" life that, while rich in material, is devoid of true vitality and meaning. Dreams of hover cars and a blindingly bright future underscore a deep-seated insecurity masking out any vision other than their own in opulence. The future is imagined only as an extension of the self, foreclosing alternative modes of being. Within this landscape, intimacy is reduced to proximity without connection: bodies circulate freely, yet remain emotionally sealed. Solitude persists even in saturation, revealing a life structured around consumption rather than reciprocity. The audio played imagery of driving drones over water and living isolated yet among ‘bitches’ experiencing solitude without loneliness, while accentuating a life of shallow and superficial connections.
A twisted sense of pleasure derived from others' pain paint a disturbing picture of a person who seeks totalitarian power and control at any cost.  Boasting where empathy and restraint have no place."All I Want Is Vulgarity" is more than a song about wealth and indulgence; it's a cautionary tale about the torment that lies beneath a life of excess.
The relentless pursuit of pleasure leads not to happiness but to an ever-deepening sense of emptiness.
Pleasure, rendered relentless and high-octane, collapses into indistinguishable sensory overload, anesthetizing the subject rather than liberating them.
The work further interrogates power as an affective economy. A perverse pleasure derived from control, domination, and others’ pain exposes the logic of totalitarian desire—where empathy is incompatible with supremacy, and boasting replaces reflection. In this sense, All I Want Is Vulgarity functions as an advisory study of how unchecked indulgence and hierarchical power hollow out ethical and emotional capacity.


The accompanying video extends these concerns through corporeal metaphor. It opens in a steam room where three ethereal, angelic women mist one another’s bodies. As the chorus crescendos, the women become entangled—hunched, leaning, and interdependent—locked into a fragile balance. Their bodies form a system that can only sustain itself through mutual dependence; any attempt at individual elevation results in collective collapse.
They are in an interdependent balance that sustains them. Should one pull to release their grip to stand upright, the others would plummet onto them, falling in a heap. 
This physical arrangement stages the tension between desire and depletion, autonomy and reliance; the visual tableau speaks to their inner turmoil and ceaseless quest for fulfillment in push and pull between desire and discontent. 
The women are shown carelessly wasting massive amounts of powders, earth's resources, playing as if they have no value. Excessive quantities of powder are handled carelessly, wasted with childlike ease, evoking the casual disposal of resources under conditions of abundance. The women’s enlarged, distorted eyes suggest a disproportionate perception of reality—vision warped by saturation and excess.
They disregard anything meaningful with joy, an altered desensitization pointing to the hedonic treadmill of a lavish lifestyle.  
The women are depicted hanging like bags from a pole, swaying as if the wind is heavier than their very essence- inert.
This imagery evokes a profound sense of lifelessness and fragility, underscoring how the pursuit of pleasure—when abstracted from meaning, care, or consequence—
ultimately stripped their bodies of their vitality and
substance.

lyrics

All I want is 
Travel travel C 2 sea
Lotta women lotta G's
Heavy armor artillery
Lavish living luxury
Give me money
give me space 
Gotta have a lotta taste 
Hover cars
Fast pace 
All I want is
Shade glasses, blinded by the future bitch
 I can see it really rich
Less of you, more of this
What time is it?
Time for you to get a grip
After party pretty lit 
Sun rise 
We skinny dip 
No complaints
I am an undead living
 If you wanna step to me
You’re asking for a vasectomy 
All I want is
TwotTWO yachts One on the other
Drop the crane for the summer
Skip the traffic
helicopter 
Don’t forget
I give to the needy 
A mil each to the sea, the forest, and your family
All I want is
Ppppussy money power 
I ain’t inventing a science here
I’m strictly counting the hours 
If you’re like me?
You devour 
Take what you need
Bathe in the showers
_Empathy?
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It’s what you need for me 
After I take your girl and hear you lied 
she’s no freak

All I want is
Travel travel sea to sea
Lotta women lots of gs
Heavy armor artillery
Lavish living luxury
Give me money
give me space 
Gotta have a lota taste 
Hover cars
Fast pace 
All I want is 
Driving my drone over the water Don’t ring up my phone without your
mama 
Don’t come to my home in the Bahamas 
Leave me alone with my bitches 
Leave me the whole brick 
flashy like new whip 
Still underground Boring Touring 
All across the Atlantic 
Baby won’t you land it On my tip 
I’ll buy it 
Yes I’ll you let you drive it
Kiss me like deny dick 
Drink it like water 
Fight me like your daughter
Whip it then applaud her 
Black and blue 
I Iced him
 Cashing in my bloody sweat 
Tasting your tears
makes me
wet
Wet
Wet
Wet




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