best and worst dressed.

art.
yep.
i hung out with some well-hung art, last night.
wait?
did i just say i was gettin' live with art?
that's right.
it's not arthur, anymore.
we're better friends than we were,
and on a better-than first name basis.
that's the result of a successful opening.
indeed.
it all went all the way to eleven.
loud, fresh, and hard, for the collective facial area of
all of the twin cities heads.
duders showed up, y'all.
a couple professional appreciators even picked up a piece
fot their at-home collections of makey hottness.
affirmative.
feedback? positive.
turnout? positive.
homemade vegan acorn-shaped cookies? positive.
late night hard-style beaucoup-big-drinkies-crowd interaction?
........expert.
if you didn't make it out,
you pretty much missed out on a good time.
how many times did i get asked what my dolls symbolize?
a lot, neighbors.
how many times did i give the same answer?
none.
what's the meaning of all the imagery?
lavarle cerebro escabeche eskelito.
seriously.
i paint the sh!t that i like.
and if it has a beard, i usually like it,
exempting shellfish, of course.
i prefer my clams to have greenbacks is all.
recognize.
*
anyway, it happened,
and it's gonna happen again tonight, ninjas.
it couldn't and wouldn't have been the surefire flavorful freshness
that we've experienced without the nqns installation experts, either.
cucch, ryan, adam, jaime, amy, rebecca, casey, and meryl.
a worthy group of active participants helped to hook it the F* up.
it's their victory as much as ours.
we're lucky to have such rad ones in our world.
i know i'm grateful.
the secret universal plan pushed me out of the woodsly realm
in a sink-or-swim doo-doo that hottness real world challenge.
and i'm still here.
so there's that...
tonight's the night, kids.
the last one, even.
it's gonna be so good,
and we all hope you can make it out here
to get a little tiny bit.
i mean, we did do it for you;
never quiet, never soft.....