You know what I like…self proclaimed artists who are really just local crazy bitches trying to figure out some high concept to validate their shitty job and life…but only when their art is in the form of interpretive dance…because interpretive dance is the single weirdest art form, that I only fuck with at the strip club, when you see a professionally trained dancer, with a college degree in dance…doing some next level high concept shit, for 10 dollars a song…
I think the most over-used excuse in life besides “i was drunk”…or “2 drunk to care”…is I’m an artist? Fuck you…who decides that? Just cuz you have your tit out with rubber gloves on pretending to be a chicken on stage bitch…I saw a homeless dude doin’ the same thing while high on meth…is he an artist too?
Next level.