evaunit666

said francis picabia as he sipped his dunkin donuts latte. andre breton looked over his new yorker and snorted. why do you drink that commercial shit he laughed hastily. he cloak unwinds itself exponentially. picabia sulks and drinks and sulks and drinks. enter elephant with giraffe. the giraffe sits down. picabia says hello, but andre eyes him with suspicion. where's the art? he asks, barely trembling at the weight of the giraffe's neck alone. the elephant orders a dozen donuts because it's cheaper that way. enter nilson, circa december 2010. he wears a suit. nilson shakes picabia's hand, but not andre's. nilson throws up his taco bell m

hey guys, its your boy, nilson. Its been a rough couple of years here, but i think im finally done searching for the perfect chemical mixture that will subdue my paranoia. i fucking love this stuff, my life and everything in it. from editing the xenogears article on wikipedia, to reading craigs myspace blogs, to yelling linda in the hallway, to walking to taco bell in 90 degree weather with freaking tori, its all just the greatest thing ever. mr schulte, im dedicating this journal to you. you will never read this, nor will anyone else. thats the whole point. its like when you hide things under your painting, or in between the pages of your

well well well if it isnt NILSON CARROLL, that jerk. yeah im here writing a journal that you shouldnt be reading and if you are youre in the wrong place. beware, i wont be back for a while and im not even going to check my old messages this time. im a pretty busy person, what with the blowing up public buildings and all. if you really want to contact me (which trust me, is a tough decision to make), look me up on facebook. or even on freaking wikipedia. ill be there. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/User:Evaunit666 there anyways, im in art class for all you artists out there. im doing stuff in that class that would offend your grandmother and e