hey

what if , instead of working on this art comm , I smoked this bowl and practiced poi outside

I was thinking of getting some fire poi but those shits is still like $80 fucking dollars somehow 15 years later when nobody even does this shit anymore or knows what it is

dude, this is really scary, and liminal as well. It's like the bathrooms

on the pride parade “boyfriend of bi girlfriend” float with the other guys we’re chopping it up and hanging out. we’re all standing on the float holding a beer and they’re all cheering for us. more than the other floats even

THE TRUTH: art is inherently manipulative and artists are wicked evildoers who like to power trip off of controlling other people's emotions