The end of March, that is. Due to my compulsory service to the goddess, Electronica, in the spirit of electron and hallucination – both physical & chemical, I will make one last post-sacrifice from my handsome idiot box computer. March, you marched right in between February and April and threw all kinds of life life dung at me like a simple-minded, immature ape. What did I do with it? I didn’t make lemonade, I can assure you – a mix of fecal matter, lemons, and sugar is something nobody will purchase, not even from my metaphor-for-life lemonade stand. However, I did make dung beetles out of that foul smelling substance that Japanese scientists have created meat from (shit burgers roxorzz!). I then fired the dung-beetles in a kiln and sold them on eBay as ‘art’. So thanks for the financial support, asshole. Na, you were ok.
Behold this unrelated screenshot of my ear-mouth thing. Yea. What the fu*k is a cell phone?