I only went online to email my sister, father, and grandmother, but figured that it would look bad if I didn't include you, my faithless audience, in this grand adventure that we call life. Should I spout off about art? Well, I don't care if you don't want to read it, I want to write it, and I know that I'm just too fascinating to not read, so I'll do it right now. Spout off I mean. Well, here goes:
Art is garbage. People who are artists are pretentious snobs who think that they know osmething we don't, but in fact are just duping us. The only good art is expensive art. Wait, I'll qualify that. The only art worth having is expensive art. The only art worth admiring is expensive art. No one has painted anything that is remotely good since people got the notion in their heads that other people didn't wnat the world in ab objective art. Picasso may have been a great painter, but his work is not representative of what he was painting. I could have done that kind of stuff. It's just that I have no talent for duping people. So be it. Regardless, I have no idea why I started writing this. It just came all of a sudden. All my idiots lost. Jerks. Dweebs. With regard to the NBA, so what. Without us it's nothing. Good night