so jury duty blows
drilldoes hard. just another reaffirmation that any kind of positive expatiation will just cum in your face wen you tell it you
dont want to suck its dick anymore. yeah all human cattle love
rachel ray at 8:45 in the morning. oh its my civic duty to drink coke products, Go
America! offer me something not just what is to be expected, there is no pride in anything in the modern world.
where's the fucking culture! oh that? you want culture? thats much less money to get but its not the lowest common denominator so we cant show it any more. youre going to have realize that it exists on your own then seek it out constantly, and we'll be sure to follow you where ever you find it so that we can make it for cheep and feed it to grey mush masses that occupy the middle who came from it but cant remember. and so continues the upward spiral to the bottom of the significance heap.
idea for art: get a job to raise money, when enough money is acquired, buy baby lamb, raise it till strong and grown, bring it outside into the open air, pummel it with my bare hands into tiny pieces, pound the quivering remnants of its mussels into the stained earth, continue to clobber cracked wet lamb bones until the distinction between earth, lamb blood, and own blood is undecipherable, then have wine and cheese party on same spot. get grant and do abstract paintings about the crisis in darfur to raise awareness.