Then How Come This Hook's in My Head, Fool?

If you know the quote, I give major kudos.
I doubt you do. Oh the perfidy.
The endless hours I've spent on youtube, surely making me a better person, are starting to seem pointless.
So I have a new friend.
The dictionary.

Do you like it?
My choppy communication skills?
Phrases instead of sentences?
I don't.

So somewhere during wringing my hands in music class and repeatedly clicking the facebook bookmark, I realized something. This is that I will call my collection of artwork, "God". The finger necklace, the dirty syringe...anywho, I believe the head will be an asexual-looking being with flies swarming, escaping from its mouth.
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