There’s a lot to do in Chicago.
I know this first-hand.
But I’m not in Chicago. And I don’t feel like driving there and finding a place to park the wonderful Taurus I’ve rented.
So I’m in my room, where the power seems to inexplicably go out every 30 minutes or so, catching up on Myspace. I think I came across something genius:
Best. Picture. Ever.
I really mean it. There are so many things going on here, and I think the possibilities are endless.
The natural question is “who is Cinnamon?”, but there’s so much more here.
I mean, of all the places to declare that. Could this be the ghetto answer to internet bulletin boards?
Like, if I drove to where that wall is, would I now see things under it like “HOT!” and “stfu fag”?
And notice how it goes from cursive to print to cursive to print? There’s a message there, and I’m just not enlightened enough to find it.
Notice how the i’s are all dottet, and there’s an apostrophe in “I’m”? This is renaissance work, if I’ve ever seen it.
I hate the fact that I didn’t take this picture.
