the walls are coming down

It's pretty amazing what a few days of sitting in a cubicle will do to me. I have more energy and more drive to make this art thing work than ever. So buy some shit get me out of the cube box. Im sure this is a good thing but damn i hate going to work, its been so damn long since i've had to do that, damn you recession damn you to hell. But according to the ol new york times the recession is over, just when i sold my soul once again, its fucking over. Tell that to the people who buy art because well according to my bank account they don't know that just yet. Bail out the artists YO. Ramen noodles suck...
Labels: corporate life, cubicle, gay yay, i don't get it, i see dead photographs, strange new energy, what it does to me







