I am a brainiac. I used to be so good at math, did you know? Algebra especially. I came in third in a county-wide math competition when I was in eighth grade. I wore navy trousers, a white shirt, and brown shoes. My hair was parted on the side far too neatly. I had a few friends but not many. That was me! My teacher's name was Mr. Quirk, can you believe it? He had wide bug eyes. I like bugs.
I wish I had more to say on the topic of art. I am underwhelmed.
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If you are so underwhelmed by art then maybe you should go back to your first love. THE MATH. Your performances blow. I saw you pacing around the galleries acting out some sort of baloney melodrama.
Stop commenting on art and start making yours better. I'll be the one underwhelmed at the Greater New York show.
That is awfully harsh on mountain man's vibe. He is not so bad, just an honest tormenter. You are probably jealous that he is so good at math. Screw you!
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