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I left the school building and got on the

  • I left the school building and got on the bus. As soon as we left the premises, I realized

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  • it was the wrong bus. Great! How in the world do I continue to get myself into these messes. Last time I got onto the wrong bus I ended up spending the night debating the merits of

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  • paganism, monotheism, shamanism, atheism, darwinism, cannibalism, vegetarianism, sexism, capitalism, communism, sadism, masochism, egoism, altruism, pessimism, optimism, jism

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  • , priapism, phallism, symbolism, spoonerism, malapropism, absurdism, cubism, surrealism, somnambulism, neorealism, futurism, tarantism, seism,

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  • fauvism. These words are all too beautiful to describe my paintings.

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  • My paintings are ugly. They are flex your muscles in a bodybuilder pose & go "RAAAR" ugly. The colors of death, decay & excrement dominate, & the subject matter is often described

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  • as "the enjoyment and distress of incarnation" or something along those lines. But my paintings sell hard, and they sell fast, and they sell for large "amounts" and you will never

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  • regret buying one, if you can stop from purchasing just one. Addictive art. Cocaine for the senses. My paintings will leave you wanting more...and more. They'll drag you in &

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  • transport you, like the sidewalk chalk picture in Mary Poppins. Are you ready? It's just a bit of magic after all.

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