Rum 'n' 'Ray's In!
episode one
foray says:
So, what do you think of the rum'n'raisin
rum says:
it needs better advertisement. try to get the message out. the commercials are dated
foray says:
Rum, this is the inaugural edition of MBF Central. We wanna celebrate your latest foray into the publishing world. How do you feel?
rum says:
I feel excellent. No one has told me yet I'm a total failure but its only my first time. I imagine six months will issue in different results. I've yet to get addicted to a drug. Any suggestions?
foray says:
You know, they call me the Valium Fiend, but my other superhero name is Death By Spam. Speaking of failure, the artist Luc Tuymans said, "I don't think you become an artist to win. You become an artist to lose. But you do it with style." Other artists and filmmakers have proclaimed the same thing. I think spam tastes pretty nice, actually.
rum says:
I have some illustrations to that philosophy. You know, getting into this art world has really fucked with me. My new friend are trendy and sit together at a table trying to outwit the other. Then they all talk about being cultural. About the problems of the world. I imagine I may be doing a civic duty by going to Beirut and participating in "the running of the tanks."
foray says:
Ah, the problems of the world. I am one such problem myself. What you just said has actually completely baffled me. I shall Rum-inate on that. HAR HAR!
rum says:
Whats your problem? I'm still looking for mine. My friends advise I should feel the scene and pick appropiately
foray says:
(I am the problem.)
foray says:
Anyway, Rum. I think hanging out in the art world has its pluses and nonplusseses. I escaped the world of accountant friends so that I could stop being functional. But these days, art people are driving me deeper into dysfunctionality, I am almost functional again.
rum says:
You forget the saying, "Originality is the failure to fit in." No longer are you just dealing with drama geeks in high school. Trying to forge an artistic career when out of high school can be tough. You run the risk of being reduced to a job in your 30s that still makes you wear a tag that says your name. I'm starting to deal with artists and missing the security.
foray says:
At least I am in the real world, though, eh?
rum says:
the real world will be the foreclosure of your pathetic excuse of an apartment that really is an air shaft above a druggie's smoke inundated wreck. the real world will be you crawling back to your parents at age 29 admitting you have no clue what to do. At least now your high can still last long enough to keep you from thinking about it everyday. drugs really need to be seen as great deflectors
foray says:
That's the kind of advice you won't get from your local paedetrician, I'll say. Well, our twenty minutes is almost up. You do realize I'll have to go back and insert the necessary punctuation into your sentences. Thanks, man... Any last words?
rum says:
i'd like to thank my brother carl. if it wasn't for him, i'd actually think i was talented at half the things i could applied myself for. he really abused the fuck out of me. because of him i now live with regrets and more regrets. If I have a mid life crisis by 35 and make it through, I could live as long as to 65 maybe.
foray says:
More words to live by. I gotta run. I got the Anti-Christ in the kitchen yelling at me again. Join us next leap year for Rum'n'Ray's In!
episode one
foray says:
So, what do you think of the rum'n'raisin
rum says:
it needs better advertisement. try to get the message out. the commercials are dated
foray says:
Rum, this is the inaugural edition of MBF Central. We wanna celebrate your latest foray into the publishing world. How do you feel?
rum says:
I feel excellent. No one has told me yet I'm a total failure but its only my first time. I imagine six months will issue in different results. I've yet to get addicted to a drug. Any suggestions?
foray says:
You know, they call me the Valium Fiend, but my other superhero name is Death By Spam. Speaking of failure, the artist Luc Tuymans said, "I don't think you become an artist to win. You become an artist to lose. But you do it with style." Other artists and filmmakers have proclaimed the same thing. I think spam tastes pretty nice, actually.
rum says:
I have some illustrations to that philosophy. You know, getting into this art world has really fucked with me. My new friend are trendy and sit together at a table trying to outwit the other. Then they all talk about being cultural. About the problems of the world. I imagine I may be doing a civic duty by going to Beirut and participating in "the running of the tanks."
foray says:
Ah, the problems of the world. I am one such problem myself. What you just said has actually completely baffled me. I shall Rum-inate on that. HAR HAR!
rum says:
Whats your problem? I'm still looking for mine. My friends advise I should feel the scene and pick appropiately
foray says:
(I am the problem.)
foray says:
Anyway, Rum. I think hanging out in the art world has its pluses and nonplusseses. I escaped the world of accountant friends so that I could stop being functional. But these days, art people are driving me deeper into dysfunctionality, I am almost functional again.
rum says:
You forget the saying, "Originality is the failure to fit in." No longer are you just dealing with drama geeks in high school. Trying to forge an artistic career when out of high school can be tough. You run the risk of being reduced to a job in your 30s that still makes you wear a tag that says your name. I'm starting to deal with artists and missing the security.
foray says:
At least I am in the real world, though, eh?
rum says:
the real world will be the foreclosure of your pathetic excuse of an apartment that really is an air shaft above a druggie's smoke inundated wreck. the real world will be you crawling back to your parents at age 29 admitting you have no clue what to do. At least now your high can still last long enough to keep you from thinking about it everyday. drugs really need to be seen as great deflectors
foray says:
That's the kind of advice you won't get from your local paedetrician, I'll say. Well, our twenty minutes is almost up. You do realize I'll have to go back and insert the necessary punctuation into your sentences. Thanks, man... Any last words?
rum says:
i'd like to thank my brother carl. if it wasn't for him, i'd actually think i was talented at half the things i could applied myself for. he really abused the fuck out of me. because of him i now live with regrets and more regrets. If I have a mid life crisis by 35 and make it through, I could live as long as to 65 maybe.
foray says:
More words to live by. I gotta run. I got the Anti-Christ in the kitchen yelling at me again. Join us next leap year for Rum'n'Ray's In!
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