'Oh, please' yourself. I just said you're not my type. And I'm not easy. I'm high fucking maintenance. I know that.
But I've also been a three foot tall doll with no genitalia and an extremely handsome, featureless white orb for a head. Age: multiple iterative realities of the same world, and orchestrating the whole thing. And that's just to start.
I think I'm entitled to be fucking picky.
As for the topic of art--which is something of a passion of mine, for the record--an absurd pre-apocalyptic environment engenders a need for an innovative new meaning of "art" as both message and medium. Being intuitively cogent and intellectually indecipherable was part of that. Shit's got layers. Literally. That jpeg artefacting was fully deliberate.
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But I've also been a three foot tall doll with no genitalia and an extremely handsome, featureless white orb for a head. Age: multiple iterative realities of the same world, and orchestrating the whole thing. And that's just to start.
I think I'm entitled to be fucking picky.
As for the topic of art--which is something of a passion of mine, for the record--an absurd pre-apocalyptic environment engenders a need for an innovative new meaning of "art" as both message and medium. Being intuitively cogent and intellectually indecipherable was part of that. Shit's got layers. Literally. That jpeg artefacting was fully deliberate.