Alright! Fine, fuck. I’ll admit it.
I’m an atheistic pot-smoking porn-freak.
I think I’m above God, the law, and morality.
“Do you smoke weed for your art?”
--uh, sure
EMAIL ADDRESS: NAMEAFAKE@HOTMAIL.COM
HOLY SHIT!
Performance CANCELLED CANCELLED CANCELLED
In what could only be a Freudian accident. (In so much as it is probably not an accident.) I fucked up the date. I fucked up the date, and didn't even realize it. I fucked up the date and actually wondered on numerous occassions, maybe i should check to make sure... Then today, of course, I check, and turns out there is no "saturday April 28th." Today is the 27th. There's no performances at Twiggs on tonight. And there's no shows on Sundays.
Turns out my performance was scheduled for yesterday. The 26th. Hearty laugh with Johnny, "yeah, i saw your flyer and realized what happened." But now, dude, oh well. I want to have a "show" show, not some 40 min set anyway. And i'm not ready yet anyway. And anyway, fuck, i'm a moron. Sorry.
--ART
Currently, or as currently as possible, what is going on with me. Like a journal, and a confession, and a manifesto, and a diatribe, and long. BUT NOW IN TASTY BITE SIZE YUMMIES. THE ZEBRA'S DEAD! I'm adding "Shit" to "Art," which is the same thing, except Shit is in narrative play form.
--IMAGE
--WRITING
I'm updating the links, but if you're deathly curious here's the directory structure.
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