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good meat. three hours left to become immortalized as meat manager. three hours until the song “crash” induces bowel movements. three hours until salvation by urinal cake baptism.
absolutely shaking. blew the 70 million from the MOMA sale on this historic Anthony Hopkins drop in which the flaccid delusions of an old man are realized and we lick the steaming shit from his luxury boot. couldn’t be more excited because he pretty much founded digital art.
art never sleeps. shaking uncontrollably rn. ugly crying. the MOMA just purchased this abstract expressionist portrait of that guy on storage wars that always says “yup,” for 70 million dollars. beyond grateful. beyond thrilled. ATH. etc…
I think I’ve slathered up all my SR collectors with the failing organs from petting zoo animals in middle American zoos, if I missed you shoot me a message. Future collectors, you too could experience the listless layering of coils.
Halloween is here which means I can fulfill my destiny of quietly dying outside of a spirit Halloween dressed in a $120 Joe dirt costume from the 2001 Pulitzer Prize winning film Joe Dirt.