So I had this really funny thought the other night about something really hilarious with this one thing about this one guy that pretty much made me pee my pants while I was thinking about it!
…but then I fell asleep.
The next morning, I awoke with a warm, welling sensation, telling me that the day ahead was going to be full of success and accomplishment. But since I peed my pants and accidentally wet the bed the night before, my bi-weekly laundry day was pushed forward one and six sevenths of a week ahead of schedule, making me miss breakfast, as well as a good chunk of my first class of the day (it’s an art class, so it doesn’t really count (and by “doesn’t really count,” I mean, “Holy-shit-this-class-has-so-much-reading-about-the-dumbest-things-I’ve-ever-heard-in-my-entire-life-why-is-that-naked-woman-pulling-a-scroll-out-of-her-vagina-and-reading-it?” Now pause for a second… I know just what you’re thinking. And yes, it’s just as fucked up as it sounds; standing in front of an audience, buck naked, and pulling a roll of paper out of your vajay-hole while trying to decipher what you’ve written even though your juices are smearing all of the ink of the paper. Don’t think that someone actually did this? Well that’s too bad, because it’s true, which I guess can also be considered a bad thing if you really think about it.))
The first thing I thought about when my teacher showed us this slide in class:
Paper cuts…
Raise your hand if you just thought the same thing that I did!?
Alright, now stop raising your hand in front of the computer. You look rather silly, and it’s embarrassing me. Stop it.
RANDOM THOUGHT! Who here reads all of these posts other than Ashkahn?! Show of hands! :D
So after I finished with my extremely premature load of laundry, I decided to go back to bed, because I was so flustered with the FLUXUS art movement that I just gave up on that day; it didn’t bring me anything remotely warm or welling, other than the urine that soiled my sheets and sent me to the laundry room in the first place. However, regardless of my indifferenc, I did take something out of that experience that I deem to be worthwhile. Since I was so annoyed by their existence, I took it upon myself to come up with a fitting acronym for their influential, growing art movement:
Fucking
Loonies
Unveil
XXX!!
Um…
Soup.
See, it’s art, so it doesn’t even need to make sense! (Almost makes as much sense as a man covering his face in gold paint and telling poetry to a dead rabbit. Once again, not kidding)
Well, that's all for me now. The sun is up, so I'm gonna go to bed. :)
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