radical. you can find my page by typing "stretch gay ass" on google.com. that's funny shit if you ask me. which you didn't.

so i've been calling mervyn's and jc penny and such and asking them if they have any broken mannequins to donate to the tmcc art department. nobody has so far but i'm one persistant motherfucker when i need to be. "why are you looking for broken mannequins, toast?" what a fabulous question. let me answer it.

i am in the process of doing a found object sculpture. a found object sculpture that while passing as art is really just about subtle revenge. you see, i entered a relief sculpture i did in the student art show at my college and i didn't expect to win anything nor did i entertain the possibility. however, when i went to the show i noticed that this total peice of shit relief sculpture got an "honorable mention" ribbon and mine got squat. not to mention the peices that took first in other categories were trite still lifes and southwestern carabou shit that looks like it should hang in my grandma's house. this seemed odd to me. which brings us to my new sculpture. it is a mannequin wearing an iron maiden t shirt. the mannequin is holding an inflatable sheep in it's crotch area in kind of a doggie style humping position. however, the head of the mannequin has been removed and in it's place is a mirror. now, when anyone, especially stupid greater than thou art show judges, look at my sculpture...they get to see themselves fucking a sheep.

i am jack's smirking revenge or some such shit.

rock the parcel.

uh huh.

word.