Autograph

'I make chaos art', I tell the wall.

Really, whats that?

Well, this is the kind of art that has no form or function, no intellectual persuits of any sort and in the end. Resolves itself into pure minimalism.

He whispers, 'It kinda goes like this', he stands up and his shadow plays the air guitar while the wind makes the trees clap.

Discordia blesses Eris and Eris blesses Me.

What about the fuzzy atom?

You mean the green fuzzy atom that makes us go cross eyed.

Yea the fuzzy atom.

Thats the cinemaphotographer from inner space.

So what does that mean?

'It means this', this time with all his rings and a belt buckle that says OBEY.

'Fuck You!!! You Hollywood mother fuckers!', and starts laughing like a hyena.