SADO US

I guess I have been picturing canvases or Lil paint tubes with legs and arms talking. They would tell stories about ya know painterly things. Usually they’re like super happy and enjoying life.

Sadly, that tube of paint has a meticulously curled tail which is gaining in voracity. It’s bright exterior has been left dim and grows less relevant. Inevitably irrelevant, discarded, to be a piece of something that is bigger than anything on Earth. Bigger than that talking paint tube could dream.

So it’s just weird that not everyone enjoys talking materials as much as I. I was just reading about a gay artist who was also creating porn on the sly but it was very focused and he approached the topic as transgressive. It was the most boring thing to ever fall victim to but I read the entire article.

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