johnnyd_ranged

My mouth is a 6 foot tall talking vagina:

For your own benefit this is the less creepy one... maybe when you're lucky you'll get to see me rubbing black shit on my teeth then smearing red paint over my mouth, while saying a creepy monologue.. and that video is only half of a performance piece called "Love Song" You'll all hate it... hate it so much you'll love it. And if hating something so much you love it isn't a beautiful love song then I don't know what is. That's right.


Now,
I could take this opportunity to bitch to you all about finals, but instead I'll tell you all the real story:
Finals are bullshit. They take no time to study for, compared to actual classes. The only reason it takes so long to study, is because we count the time we spend bitching about finals, and avoiding studying as time spent studying. So far I've studied all day, what does that mean? It means I made some stupid sculpture, cleaned up the house, watched sum twin peaks(god bless you David Lynch), and fell asleep 15 minutes after I finally hit the books.

I'm sorry to ruin the charade.