the only limits in life are the limits we put on ourselves.
and the only limits in encasing something ironic in plastic is how big and wet it is. can't be too big. or too wet.
the aristotlean logic of that seems to imply that whatever i (or david, i guess.) encases in plastic will not be as amazing as life.
(remember: Fuck, fucking life fucking rules!)
but i bet (side bet, anyone?) that whatever the winning ironic item encased in plastic will actually be as inspiring as a well lived life, like that of joeseph conrad or somebody that awesome.
and tangible and portable as well.
this thing is really getting important.
itunes currently blasting: hand of stone. by mastadon.
keep it real, peeps.
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