Bringing art into the real world and documenting the creative racket.

It’s 4:30 in the morning. We live in the future. All the cigarettes have been smoked. The bottle is running dry. An orange faced gem has his little finger on the trigger and all the mad dog bastards call for our divide. We plunge ourselves into debit hoping for the dream to stick. They say we’re connected but we have never felt so alone. Welcome to our twisted up modern times. 
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