bumpin' cunts on pumpkin hunts

art school makes me hate art more than anything else. it really shows you that it does not take much at all to be here and that if you really were a true artist you would be able to figure this stuff out on your own. but perhaps that part of the lesson, if every motherfucker gets told their shitty art has potential but it most likely doesn't then is it my job as the driven creative thinker that i have been conditioned to think i am to reject the bullshit around me? to speak out against it and critique the institution that i am paying far too much money to attend in the first place? but isn't that the classic art school cliche, i don't want to believe that every student who ever did a piece on how stupid the assignment was to be getting it right. is art smarter than i think it is or is it beneath me, have i thought past it? perhaps being around brain-dead dumb-shits has made me go soft, i used to be able to cut through the bullshit with my sharpened wit stick but the ocean of cloudy molasses bullshit has seemed to of dulled my blade or at least got it second guessing itself in the gay-ass reflection of modern art. society is immune to shock so how do you shake things up, what has yet to be seen or what can i possibly think of that i can't experience through the internet at my fingertips. are my ideas worth your time and will you ever even take them seriously, are you smart enough? can you get it? do i get it?
i think i might just have to become a beat poet who works for food.

electric mosquitoes
eccentric mojitos
afrocentric libidos
alpha-numeric spokesman vetoes
guillotine of versailles...


...messiah-size me
i'm a seoul man

only problem is i might just get performance anxiety and die of starvation. i think il stick it out here for a while, it seems like most of my teaches if not like me then just give me some kind of silent respect because i speak my mind in class and have things to say, most other people don't and never consisantly which leads me to belive that it was jsut a lucky guess at what we were talking about. this also leaves me feeling like i'm just some big asshol who won't shut up during critique. although i pretty much always keep quite when we're tlaking about some really shitty art because the things i have to say are soulcrushing, not for the listener, but for me to express those things, i could never live them down. there mostly things like why are you here, you're wasting my time, i could be doing something productive with this time. that goes or this post aswell, i just cant sleep. pun inted tomorrow! oh boy more explanation on what is funny in an academic setting from a gut who wants to be quasi anti-establishment in some lame ass canadian type way. naw you cool jason dunda, just dont ever introduce me at some art opening who i don't know anybody at as "this is hitler's third bike" again. or its on like michelle quan. you hear me?!!!!!?