one million dollars

i was introduced to this performance art piece (or whatever the hell it claims to be) tonight through a few friends, who appear to know the offender in question through a series of connections in toronto, nearly all of questionable morality. examine the performance artist’s website, if you will, and consider whether you could ever convince yourself that this project is a good idea.

but then again, the question may not lie in whether pigs can or cannot fly, but whether you can convince me that they do.