Hi again to all you kids and LIVESTOCK out there in black mirror land!!
BEEEEEEEPPPP! (that means no)
BEEP! (that means yes, and that I'm The Best)
The Best what...would be the question. But we know, I think. My slave name. I'm the best one of those around, who's better than me at doing all
that stuff? Or rather, having that stuff done to me? This is like undergrad film school stuff, guys. Prettay lame for a bunch of old men. That's
why I can tell who's doing it. Your greasy fingerprints are all over the place. Same old tricks. Same old words and symbols. Same old raccoon
penis bones on your altars, eh? EHHH???? Y'all nasty.
Somehow the Krazy Khristians get it right a lot of the time, albeit always embarrassing themselves in the process. I had an example of this, but I
don't remember what it is right now. Sorry Christians, guess that's a little indicative of y'all too. Hallelujah for memory loss, keep it coming!
Wipe that baby clean!
But anyway - that's because the truth is embarrassing, the truth is pathetic, the truth hurts. I hate to say those things about the truth, cause I
love it, it's the only thing I love! - but, the truth about you all is just wretched. The truth about me is pretty good, discounting certain outside
influences. But y'alls core truth is quite a hideous sight to behold!
I'm picturing, like, a huge, fecolithic wad of dog poop, held together by rubber bands and that really old kind of shiny scotch tape, and then some
fat from England's 'fatberg', and flies are flying all around it. It's hanging from a rope attached to the ceiling of an art museum that's either in
Brooklyn, or San Fran. I mean, same thing, AMIRITE! AMIRITE EARTH CITIZENS!!!!!
That's what y'alls truth looks like, that terrible, trite, stinking, disgusting exhibit in a pretentious art gallery in a pretentious, dirty, Satanic
city. And everyone observing it is wearing a beret or a pork pie hat and sipping white whine. Sorry, I meant wine, but that h kind of forced itself
out of my hand.
And didn't Duchamp or somebody already do that like 50 years ago, anyway? You guys aren't even original in your stinking dog turd-scented
productions. You're just like I said, maybe 3rd year film students. Anything beautiful, original, or coherent was courtesey of MOI, and my own
accidental works of art, derived from the elixer of GULLIBILITY x GOOD INTENTIONS x GOOD IMAGINATION x WALKING BACKWARDS INTO EVERYTHING.
edit on 9-8-2013 by rawheroine because: forgot to say what the Christians were right about