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I tell you what...if I could be a piece of plastic churned out by the music machine and making the kind of money those punk ass backstreet boys do...banging some of the chicks these kinds of people bang then slap a fucking doritos logo on my ass because I'd do it in a heartbet and laugh my fucking ass off all the way to the bank.
My god...I'm a fucking pornographer...I'm selling pussy for the almighty dollar...I enjoy my work but give me a fucking break you're not going to see it hanging in the Louvre 100 years from now.
I gots to pays the bills, my art at this point comes second.
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