Filthy Rich, in all his filthy and disgusting glory, wins the peace prize.
(This was written on April 29, 2016, when my feelings towards a certain person for doing certain things at this certain time was, at best, unbelievable. Things have changed.)
I wanted a computer that could shoot crystals onto the page. Needless to say, I got screwed. Instead, I use my imagination to pull my viewers into a state of total awe.
Filthy Rich, in all his filthy and disgusting glory, wins the peace prize.
(This was written on April 29, 2016, when my feelings towards a certain person for doing certain things at this certain time was, at best, unbelievable. Things have changed.)
Math; not even once.