I read this thing in a newspaper about putting in ads for people's life stories and thought I'd write a memorial for all the people who only said hello. I dunno where they are in life right now, they could be dead or having a great time. If they're having a great time then it's a bummer I can't hear about it, they only said hello. Anyways I tried putting in an ad that was just going to be a part of the newspaper I scanned with the text in that post under the picture. I ripped the ad for placing ads with my tongue and made it into an hourglass and put it on my scanner with a paint canvas behind it, then I tried going to submit it. It turned out all their submissions are broken, like the layouts don't work on the website. I thought that was really funny so I threw a screenshot of it on imgur. I ended up trying to submit it as General Services, like it was going to look like it's an ad for the guys that say hello to people... at first glance to the submissions person. I guess they just don't want my money...
The Dada is smiling warmly upon this fine juncture of life...
(By the way, just so you know, if you see a link in the picture that's just the last four letters of chicagotribune.com but truncated so that the b kinda looks like an o that was cut in half or something. I'm being dead honest here I haven't even looked up that shit, like this isn't even ARG stuff right here like literally don't I'm serious don't there's like no point. Am I reverse psychology-ing people by this point? I mean, I have done some artsy stuff here and there but does that mean like everything has to be covered? Like shit, it feels like I've got to build some kind of tesseract house for everything that I do. Something so secure that nobody would ever think to enter, even if they could phase through anything. Like I'm being actually literal here like this isn't sarcasm or anything like that, fuck I hate how text makes that unclear... Fuckin'... POE! POE'S LAW! POE'S LAW I LITERALLY DON'T HAVE A LINK TO SOME RANDOM WEBSITE ON PURPOSE THAT'S JUST THE LAST FOUR LETTERS TRUNCATED.)