As of late, my attention has been captured by this machine from which I write to you now.
This reminds me of when, in my younger days, I painted for a young girl, a picture of her nude form. She told me she would pay me in whatever currency I wished (which meant only one thing, mind you) and that my greatest desires would be granted only after I fetched for her, from inside my home, the accoutrements with which to hang the painting.
Alas! I returned to find both her and my artwork, gone.
Now, when I ponder on this, I begin to laugh at the absurdity of it all. Oh dearest Theo, how I wish I could share these memories with you in person.
Write soon, and be sure to tell me, what exactly it means to be "owned." Have I, by chance, fallen into a town be hexed by a system of slavery?
As of late, my attention has been captured by this machine from which I write to you now.
This reminds me of when, in my younger days, I painted for a young girl, a picture of her nude form. She told me she would pay me in whatever currency I wished (which meant only one thing, mind you) and that my greatest desires would be granted only after I fetched for her, from inside my home, the accoutrements with which to hang the painting.
Alas! I returned to find both her and my artwork, gone.
Now, when I ponder on this, I begin to laugh at the absurdity of it all. Oh dearest Theo, how I wish I could share these memories with you in person.
Write soon, and be sure to tell me, what exactly it means to be "owned." Have I, by chance, fallen into a town be hexed by a system of slavery?
As of late, my attention has been captured by this machine from which I write to you now.
This reminds me of when, in my younger days, I painted for a young girl, a picture of her nude form. She told me she would pay me in whatever currency I wished (which meant only one thing, mind you) and that my greatest desires would be granted only after I fetched for her, from inside my home, the accoutrements with which to hang the painting.
Alas! I returned to find both her and my artwork, gone.
Now, when I ponder on this, I begin to laugh at the absurdity of it all. Oh dearest Theo, how I wish I could share these memories with you in person.
Write soon, and be sure to tell me, what exactly it means to be "owned." Have I, by chance, fallen into a town be hexed by a system of slavery?
wtf is this, the most bizarre gimmick i have ever seen that is what.
First off Van Gogh never painted nudes.
Someones been watching too much Vincent & Theo, I mean honestly what could cause some one to create this gimmick?
She called and confessed to it being a fake facebook. She did get kicked out, shes cute, not as cute as the facebook original picture. I told her I was going to contact authorities if she didn't pay me and she offered to send $70-100 for my trouble and for lying about who she was.
It's true and I have no real way to prove it but theres no real way to disprove it. Glad Gobb was able to do a deep psychological examination on me through ISH.
Re: I got owned..what next
