when life leaves a steaming pile of dog shit on your front porch that you call your head many stop and wonder if tere'll be a doogie bag in the future but what holds for you in the future is no more than the shit and stays in your rectrum for more than a day, mexico knows life to be as easy as downing tequila taking somas being taken advantage of by a donkey and spending then night in a hostel that smells worse then the bathroom in the hostel which end up being one in the same, but life isnt allways about crap and people who throw it, its about qualm, qualmyness, qualmification, antidisestablishqualmtarianism, and all the other shitcake words i can make up, rawr, qualm i like to think is calm qualm means sickness, im not sure if its a physical sickness or a sickness where you call you neighbors by the size of thier penis, yea 8 and 9 across the street are happy but 3 is pissed cuz he knows its true plus hes asian which doesnt help much, anyways when it comes to cualmyness much like clamyness i refer to my hands in which my hnds are sick not in a physicial state but more in the neighbor penis way, so my deviant art wont really be deviant it wont be defiant it wont even be bad or whatever, all that matters is that my hands are sick and twisted and along with that comes my art and the only medicine for my sick and twisted but very good art, is penicilun, which im alergic too, fuck you all