Miles

number ten: sit in a den! with the lights real dim by the couch that you’re lying, nobody can tell that your eyes have been crying.

number nine: laying supine! you’re flat on the floor calling your mother a whore through a more than locked door. tears pour down my cheek because news flash: i’m weak!

number eight: the food’s been great! i don’t mean to get rambly, but why don’t you just have a barbecue with your fambly?

number seven: whoa, have a nice time in heaven! you thought that burger was bison? nah, that burger was ricin. with a patty this thick, it can sedate a family of sick — and mamma mia, i’ve dumped a bottle of visine in the sangria! clear eyes, full farts? can’t booze!

number six: i can fix this! 911? my dad’s real sick! he’s od’d on visine, it’s the worst case that i’ve seen! oh, you’ll send an ambulance? that’s perfect! oh, what’s my address? sorry, motherfucker, you’ll have to guess. yeah.

number five: keep me alive! i don’t want your death penalty, your honor, it was a simple mistake! does your yard need to be raked?

number four: this yard work’s a bore! i don’t wanna do this chore.

number three: fireworks for me! head down to the local docks and watch the red, white, and blue o'er the land of the free and the home of the brave! our ancestors fought, bled, and even died for this country, and the least we can do is take a moment to celebrate their effort, to cherish what we have. even if life isn’t perfect — you know, cause let’s face it, whose is? — just sit down and reflect. you know, you can make anything you want for yourself, and that’s what america is; that’s what makes it the greatest country in the world.

number two: take a poo! right down there on the docks that you’ve been reflecting on, too. george washington, you dreamy, dreamy oaf. now lay down, open your mouth, and swallow my steamy, steamy loaf.

Japaness contemporary artist Takashi Murakam, who was the art director for Graduation explaining the concept for the artwork. 

Here we go with this bullshit