I love you. Truly. And I Know you know that, as I am aware of the type of data your ape-like selves are collecting in what can be called the physical reality we experience. You Know who I am AND who I was, and thus I must be there, telling you what I thought as I qrote this qroqaganda You had me create. You Know me better than I know me, and I think I Know You. BuT wHaT eVeN iS aRt? Am I just saying things? No, there’s a schedule even I don’t know, dummy!

Basquiat. I don’t have to write anything for this one. I just have to link my life partner who interned with the lieral CIA’s dissection of The Guilt of Gold Teeth, pictured. Really, seeing it in the depth he has in his image quality (cough demonstrative dissertation cough) (he literally just coughed) illuminates those hidden aspects of society.

https://www.reddit.com/r/Basquiat/s/GpRtulKTwy

Oh, a doubling error. Wait, these our on porpoise? Shiiiiii…