Showing posts with label your god.not mine. Show all posts
Showing posts with label your god.not mine. Show all posts

Thursday, January 31, 2008

she said.



me:
if i could marry D**** & M******... i would be the happiest girl in the world. i swear amanda - i swear it. i would never ask for anything again, ever.
no purses no nothing.


she:
oh no.
you could become mormon?


me:
whyyy doesnt jesus love me!?


she:
thats backwards.
jesus doesnt love anybody. he's dead. 

Tuesday, November 13, 2007

. . .

Robert Stadler
Church of Saint Paul, Paris


This installation was shown in Paris on October 6th, during their Nuit Blanche (all-night cultural festival).

no comment.

...

Sunday, November 11, 2007

religion for lunch

a monday luncheon in La.
I order soup - it comes.
It tastes calorie free, which I find oddly [ful]filling.
1/2 done...
3/4 done.

WAIT!
texture?

I reach into my mouth & pull out the suspect - a boiled, seasoned & disgustingly aged kabbalah string.

Once again, I have been force-fed your religion.


*vomit

Friday, September 21, 2007

hello?

Jesus hasn't answered my calls since the 80s.



i just keep getting a busy signal.


xo
au.