bore me

all this editing and layout and editing and layout. every magazine seems to be an array of art deco copied and pasted multiple times over. it's like one of those cheezy ass neon signs you find along I-95. how subtle. i'm bored with colors...color me gray.

funny, it seems whenever one thinks art's climaxed, reached it's top top...something comes along and pops you in the nuts...i'm waiting. ouch.