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

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

Mormonism

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

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

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

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

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

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 &