i used to do murals with metaphors.
it started back in the 90's when these bomb tracks appeared in my sketchbook.
i did the murals with metaphors for years and years and made me break shit with hammers too.
these are all my happy birthday cards for my parents, i've never given them a birthday card. they've never got me one either.
is this the story about a transexual with a hermit crab who goes skiing in France but forgets his potato peeler and instead has to do it using a butter knife and accidently slices his foreskin is admitted to hospital eats a jelly bean and shits his pants whilst watching a silent movie about a camel with no hump that sat on a xylophone in Alaska after slipping on a turnip with which Donald Trump fired from a submarine?
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