As I was wandering around campus, hopelessly mired in the struggles of a conflicted psyche, I came upon an oasis in the abysmal desert of my intellectual odyssey. An art exhibit, not depicting Van Gogh or some other purveyor of abstract canvas conceptualization, but displaying the natural wonder of the night sky. Looking up into the great unknown with the telescope, itself a juxtapostion of Hubble's intellect and Galileo's rebellion, we are blessed with the realization of the infinite improbability of our existence. Vomiting this gift is a pictoral metaphor for human frailty, and the beauty inherent in an uncertain future..........haha. Just kidding.........LET'S PRETEND LIKE WE'RE VOMITING AN ART EXHIBIT!
This vomit started it's life as a lowly caterpillar, and came violently back up as a beautiful butterfly.
My throwing-up effort is appropriately called Andromeda Straining.
Extra-Terrestrial Barfing.
Vomiting Pure Fire. Must have had too much hot sauce.
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