NATIONAL POST article thing most importantly featuring raaaaaymi.

ok. so. i’ve had it. yeh. we almost got dibs on this cathedral 20 ft. ceiling loft-thing. raymi’s moving the team over elsewhere. in the meantime, we be hangin’ in the wop ghetto. we have new fancy cabinets, though. oh and the heat is not broken anymore. jeez. i go away for two months and thee very nite i am to sleep there. the heat stops working. fuck toronto. my landlord is a spacehead and everytime something goes wrong he phones coolhandluke (not the boss of the house) or the crazy roommate who hacked my email and drove me out of that house around xmas to begin with and then takes her side. anyway, it’s a loverly and charming place to live. you are SO gauranteed some cocaine buffets and fishnets. the blond girl lives there also, on my cum-stained mattress. ew. haha. just wait ’til you see the new “Me and the blond girl” galleries.

va-va-va-va-vooooom.

blond girl is also known as bunnygirl. i think.

ok so i dunno if one of my assistants in Spanish Harlem sent out my shitty mass-email. i hope not because i have decided to delay this art show a month. you know how i was complaining about like, something, and then i said that iwas going to run away or whatever? yah, well, that time is now. so you have 4 days to plan my three-week grandmaster mutherfuckin’ ghetto-way. hahaha

i just made up ghetto-way.

anyhow, please suggest only the most richest of places, only.

and ps – davo downloading guy who wants me to answer his interview questions a la avril lavigne style? fuck that skunt. u know she worked in that napanee home hardware and wore the shirt on SNL and now its worth billions and trillions? welp. i fucking worked at a home hardware for 4 goddamn years and i invented that arm legwarmers thing look but only because i have a complex about my upper arms. theyre like flabby grandma oprah flappers. i swear.

anyway, goodbye.