THOSE WHO SUFFER LOVE
Just because it's come into question a lot lately: I am way too fucking smart to be sitting around art school, discussing the meaning of the color orange and wearing an eye patch so I can draw the sagging cellulite of fat house fraus turned art models.
However, I am way too much of an asshole to think that in any conceivable universe, I posses the facilities to sit in a classroom discussing anything sensibly or civilly and doing what I was told.
I never read novels because I haven't the patience, I think you might as well make a living out of kissing the mirror for all art does for you, I'm not really especially interested in politics, I love The Sex Pistols and I'll argue you into the basement. I don't know what to tell you.