I feel like I should name this .. The Room of Much? The Room of Happy? The room where I try and cram all my shit into and fuck anybody who goes ‘OH MY GOD WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU’ ?
It’s like the ultimate acid test in an relationship - bring a man into this room and if he doesn’t run away screaming he’s a keeper.
Anyhow. This is where the arts happen. I might make a video. Photos don’t really capture the epileptic glory of all the color and… stuff.