I am doomed to be the Vincent Van Gogh of farting, creating immortal masterpieces in lonely poverty which will sell for millions 100 years after my death
Farty, farty night
Flaming fumes that brightly blaze
Swirling clouds of methane haze
Reflect in David's eyes of china blue
Now, I understand just who was who cut the cheese
And how you never made them MP3s
And missed the boat on NFTs
They would not listen, they did not know how
Perhaps they'll buy them now
you philistines do not deserve me
And if I find out one of you sold these tweets as NFTs, I am going to cut off my own ear
Anybody have the number for the Suicidal Twitter Artist Hotline
As a long time unsuccessful internet grifter, in retrospect the open contempt I have for my audience might have been a strategic mistake
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Welcome to #DavesCarIDService, home of friendly while-u-wait car identification
*car is 1966 Lincoln Continental, car on sign is 1949 Mercury
**Unlike Dave's Perfection Automotive of Austin (no relation) I am not perfect at car IDs, I just try to do my best
***If you are new to this thing, here are the general guidelines:
****one last note on that McConaughey-worthy slabside Lincoln in the garage door: it's painted in my favorite car shade, one year only 1966 Ford Emberglo. Close to UT burnt orange, thus the "BVOGLO" plates I guess.
$50 million? Should be a basic condition for graduating any US high school, and any journalist who can’t nail all 50 should be fired and deported by trebuchet