what if I broke into a mall in the dead of night for the sole purpose of leaving increasingly elaborate origami frogs everywhere?? what then, huh???
five months later they'll still be picking them out of the nooks and crannies. they'll look up and they'll see a blank paper face staring at them from a forgotten ledge. watching. judging. finding wanting
I pull up to the drivethrough. I wordlessly hand the baffled employee a single paper rat. I raise my middle finger in the general direction of God. I leave
