I'm kind of existential in the way that I consult with the average cliche' amateur douchebags insofar as I don't believe that your epistemology is correct in your critic of my art (any art really). Bottom Line - I don't give a fuck because I know my shit is awesome. My shit is off the hook. Like, the shit has filed for a divorce from the hook, and the hook is now trying to gain custody of shit's two kids. If you haven't figured it out already I am awesome, and you should follow me on Tumblr. This shit is a satire, because I'm the greatest satirical genius since Vonnegut. So re-blog this pretension. But really, I don't care because I'm too cool and ironic for this website.