SHIT

i've been grappling with the sad, bloated suspicion that my efforts in compiling the smut of Lab 257 are too gauche.  I think perhaps my fears have their roots in my boring html redesign.  or perhaps I have been revising the form of the blog incessantly because its content makes me uncomfortable.  i think the whole damn thing is too anti intellectual.  


Regardless, i do need to focus on Division III.  I have noticed a steady increase in posting frequency as I approach closer to the ultimate deadline.  Fear of commitment much?  I suppose so.


But look at this blog!  


It's a fucking hot mess.  


I think I am abandoning ship. 


i am addicted to posting meaningless crap... so you will most likely see more from me... but my heart is no longer "in it."




also, i'm moving to tumblr.  i'm going to assimilate into art theory intellectualism.  i'm going to read books about art and shit like that.  i am going to marry a guy named Franz.  i am going to shed the last remnants of my trash Long Island upbringing and become absorbed by the big glowing orb of a pretentious echelon of le societe.  i am going to speak french (starting tomorrow) and I am going to stop farting.  


i will no longer watch videos about chimpanzees ripping off faces of ladies, eating their hands or on sting rays jumping up at people on speed boats and killing them.




fabulous, fabulist, fabulous.


please handcuff me to a highway guardrail and shoot me in the head.