So apparently all these things are just portraits of the statues that make this guy the laziest crazy person I've ever met in my life. Anyone can just sit and draw a statue of a topless, pre-implant Amy Winehouse made of chocolate, but it requires a dedicated mental cases actually chisel to a Hershey bar and chop each protruding rib bones with my bare hands, because Satan wants to stop living in your toaster.
This is just masturbating. Arthouse wankery into a lonely beret, which later was folded neatly into a hexagon and sold for $ 10,000 to any twatwaffle in Manhattan.....
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