If you didnt know...I have no real problems....so when somehting minor comes up I'm all over it....like today I bought oiil based enamel paint instead of water based. Now my whole fukcing studiio smells like toxic paint....and my lungs are further fucked and I will have 2 headed babies....I feel cold and hungry or something....I need a nice warm person to lay on....
I have an assignment to do called body as metaphor. Body as instrument.
Body as product. Body as weapon.
How about body as submarine destroyer!!!










