Never trust a hippy. Especially one with an itampon. I mean ipad. I mean a sociopathic mcspazzatron. I mean... I mean... plait d'or. I mean. I mean. I mean... I don't know what I mean. I went to the United States on Thursday. It felt like home. Sorta. Irony. My father's old stomping grounds.
A word to the wise:
Pay your bills before you invest in ridiculous technology. Return stolen goods. Come good for the things you owe. That's what I think. Publish it in the newspaper--see how many you can fool. Smear the name of art all over your unwashed ass. Stop.