May 25, 2007 15:11
Impudent wake-up calls seem to be all the rage these days. If it's not one housemate, then it's the other. As of late, i am one unacquainted with the ante meridiem dew. Was called douchebag by a girl who irks my brain coils. She asked me to describe to her in detail how it would feel if i daintily placed my penis in a jar of warm apple sauce. Then she called me a douchebag. Oh what divine company i keep.
The aim of the artist is to slightly shift the reality program paradigm.
Shantih. Shantih. Shantih.