November 5, 2008


It should be noted: Art school students with B- averages can now walk the streets with bloodshot eyes to gaze and marvel at flashing lights, rumbling noise and swaying trees. You may now become lost in your own surroundings, your own hallways, only to make 50 cent payphone calls to find a way out as though there had been some stale breadcrumbs left to linger behind. Most importantly, it is now possible to become enticed and entranced by wild creations from behind a sheet of glass, at least until it is discovered that you are the one who has been buried within that display case all along.

O' come now

dry your tears
nothing really lasts for an eternity.

1 comment:

dagrease said...

who said my average was b-?