Fear and loathing in the supermarket.
Laying on a white leather couch with nothing but a leopard blanket wrapped around my sexy body, legs crossed, Mozart on the stereo, thinking up schemes on how to achieve world peace by implementing simple measures that bring forth the alturistic side of human nature.
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Mud wrestling match between Bono and Steven Seagal, each player respectively fights for his right to party. Meanwhile I’m elsewhere eating pancakes and listening to Lionel Richie. Time is a flat tire rolling downhill. All night long baby. We’re going to party. Fiesta. Observing the Fibonacci sequence in the inflated lips of a reality star. Set your troubles on fire and don’t forget to eat your donoughts. I’m climbing Mount Everest with a dismembered real doll and some matches that don’t work in my backpack. I sleep 12 hours a day. Forever dreaming.
"Performance piece" where I wear a white suit and drink redbulls excessively while doing acrobatics.
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