Sunday, March 22

uncle ed is dope.

hey ya'll.
do you know that my uncle ed is one of my most favorite people?
well,
he is.
would you like to see some evidence of why?
great!
when it comes to academic elitist highbrow top-shelf single malt epic hot hot hottness,
my man gets SO mutha-flippin' busy,
in oil, no less.
his newest work is mind-numbingly intricate, uncut convoluted insanity.
you need it.
do this:
go to www.anticosartini.com
...our friend paul is also pretty *uckin' cool,
and he is in charge over there.
when you get there,
click on the link to resident artist joseph e. castiglione.
put a hat on, while you're at it,
because otherwise your mind will be blown all over your computer.
and, unfortunately for the walls in your apartment,
you probably can't afford any of it.
seriously,
this kind of antique brokerage is what's poppin'.
feel free to feel poor,
unless you're a deep-pocketed big timer ready to make some upper-crusty moves.
i'm not,
but i'm still glad this kind of stuff exists.

meanwhile,
i'm peeing a lot,
or at least,
a little bit,
just very, very, very often.
ebbs,
flows,
and fifteen second waterbabymaker breaks every fifteen minutes or so.
pee pants, my ninjas;
never quiet, never soft....

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