Do. Al Hadji Mobutu Bokassa here makes you wonder just how many horrendous African dictatorships could have been averted with just a sprinkle of ecstasy. Basing your entire look around Cat Stevens’ identity crisis is so fucking rad you might as well be dressed as a morning blowjob.
Don’t. It may not seem fair but some ladies just have an inborn regality, and that's something all the valium in the world can't take away. Dahling.
Do. In my dreams she’s a superhero called Bubbles and she has the ability to kill her enemies with giant blobs of banana custard that shoot out of her vagina…
Do. “What the fuck are we doing at the artfair? Good question. I personally feel that the fundamental basis for the entire economy of art is belief. Belief in the value of art and the belief in the value of specific objects as art. There is really no basis for the art market. I don’t know if it can be completely divorced from metaphysical belief…and could someone please ask this asshole to put me the fuck down.
Don’t. This is the guy that didn’t make it into Avant Car Guard.