Something about this really bothers me and something about it really cracks me up. It reminds me of indie cinema- sorta psychadelic and out there, yet totally banal and cute. Like seventh grade whippets. Yeah, just like that.
I think i’m scared. But I also feel like I wanna go home and cut holes in a rug, put it on my head and imagine I have my own army.
Dear scary man(woman?) with a carpet on your head. Please don’t unleash your army on me for thinking you are funny. I mean ya no harm.