I’m a junk artist. So I am going to take some of my junk and put it out on the lawn. Stop by and look at it if you want.

I resolve to get worse this year.

You might say, “gdi, look at that junk”, and then turn away.

if Role-playing is containing and rationalizing our imaginations—>>
and Imaginations are full of all kinds of interesting junk—>>
then My imagination is native, feral, irrational, and stars ME.

I want to celebrate the new year on my own terms. Fuck resolutions.

If you don’t like my junk I’ll let it hurt way more than it should—–

*posts a sign*
“free junk to gawk at: Spicewood, Tx”

Happy New Year yall!