


This piece is a revival of the romantic assertion that the artist's soul should be revealed in a work of art. In my next painting I'm going to staple sex toys to the canvas.
I bet you think this blog is about you. I'm not even going to ask if you have clouds in your coffee. I'm all about stealing 3 pieces of bologna on a stale roll's worth of drunk conversation. Every idea in this blog is mine, by the way. Unless it's yours. You were drunk at the time. I was the guy in the corner writing down all your word vomit. And then you puked in a plastic cup because you're classy that way.