Friday, March 11, 2005

THE UNFORTUNATES

Here's the scoop.

I've got to avoid a bunch of people this weekend. These are an unfortunate lot. They crossed me and I'm sorry for them. Their identities are top secret because I have a new attitude which is just fakery, but whatever.

8 comments:

kit said...

WHO ARE THEY!!!!

steve said...

Fascinating...
I have noticed that a number of acquaintances have adopted new laughs just for the Art Fair. It develops in their middle throat like they are choking on their own vile self-importance, and is pushed out through their teeth locked in the grimace of neediness. It is interesting to watch their shoulders as they laugh; is everyone becoming George W.?

Art Star said...

HEY!!!!!!!! I went to the armory today. I showed off my wares and got some attention from many powerful dealers. I brought my slides with me, I stuck them down the front of my shirt. It was HOT!!! I may be having a show very very very soon. More on this later.

jessica said...

You are so full of crap! I think you are delusional. Get a life and stop talking out your ass. I'm sorry to see that you're back.

crapstack said...

you are a self obsessed cunt, Art Star. have fun posturing. lame.

Chelsea said...

Fart Star,
You are back and not allowing posts to your blog. Crapstack was right....lame.
Yeah, saw you strutted those heels at the Art Fair today. You looked the slut. Was that Daddy with you? You sure can pick 'em. Watch out; he's mine within a week. You are fuckin' history, Bitch.

Andre said...

Chill out Peoples.
I liked her big ass. Not skinny like the rest of them white girls. You go, Art Star. Bounce.

Art Star said...

Negative energy is so wholesome and inspiring. Give it to me, people!!!!! Spank it!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Anyway, my excellent and newly revitalized blog is open to all to comment. I vow to never delete anything again. Art Star can take it. She is universal, like chicken.

That was my daddy with me yesterday, he paid my way into the fair. He walked behind me seven feet so I could WORK IT. Later for you all.