Tuesday, April 08, 2008

one of my best sketches
--location now basement lecture hall--brick wall with schizophrenic scribbling reads: "THE CAKE IS A LIE" accompanied by 3D drawing of a slice of cake--on the projector screen we are watching pilot episode of "UGLY BETT"--she is depressed over double denial eating apple pie--but good news comes over the phone for a job prospect--later today in class de TASMAN we are creating posters to persuade people towards our mindset--we will then dress up in ninja outfits on Thursday and infiltrate the campus--AND NO, BOMBS WILL NOT STOP F'ING BOMBS (bursting in despair)--"you are an attractive, confident business woman"--collides into transparent glass doors--the fashion world could crumble to debris for all I care--botox and tiny, pesky dogs--style over substance is the death of true life and sincerity and meaning and many more things that I can't think of right now--life--a strange interlude--life--a strange illusion--a strange (insert relevant word here)--

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