Fuck you, Josh Kennedy.
Fuck you, Eddy Poe.
And fuck you, Masatake Kawamata.
Fuck all of you.
Fuck you with a cactus.
Fuck you like it's a chore.
But fuck Kennedy in particular.
Because you haven't been paying attention at all.
You'd have to be living in a cave in the middle of the remote American wilderness with a bag on your head, plugs in your ears, and your head up your ass to not have heard literally ANYTHING about me.
"Blah blah blah, Kalinda, you sit on the throne of DTW surrounded by everything you've ever wanted!"
And you're sitting on a motherfucking throne of lies, Kennedy.
