SOMETIMES LIFE IMITATES ART. SOMETIMES ART IMITATES KMART

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I went there for a visit and ever since then I've been incorportated. With select personal, right here in brooklyn, the place where I dwell.. Today on my travels I saw a magic house, It was INSANE. kind of in a ghettoish area. And it looked like some sort of guadi/ghery/junkyard architecture combo. LIke I don't know if any of you guys used to watch HEATHCLIFF the cartoon. but Remeber how they used to live in this big old pile of junk in a junkyard? A crazy towering pile of stuff that you may have seen in clinton hill. ITs called broken angel. and a crazy old man lives there. So whats the philosphy pointbehind this? one mans junk is another mans crunk and one mans funk is another bands monk. My life is also A PRECARIOUS PILE OF JUNK THAT MAY FALL APART AT ANY MINUTE, MUCH LIKE THIS ARTISTIC ARCHITECTURE. Exept IF I fall apart, I won't kill my inhabitatnts. Unles I have a stomach worm. EEEEEWWWWWWW yunk

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