Ancient legend tells of a time when the idea of “Confessions” was more than a Madonna tour, and churches had nothing to do with R5 Productions. You and I, but more you than I, did unspeakable things that could not be blogged about via Myspace. So we sweat it out during Confession in the house of the holy. Now, revelations! Did you steal someone’s empty cart in Whole Foods? Not return your library books on time? Venture outdoors to acknowledge your guilt, because these painfully virtuous sites are among the various locations of the twelve new Confession boxes smirking unto you in Philly. Come Sept. 1st, some of your nasty anonymous deeds will be on display at the 3rd St. Gallery, but we will know that it was YOU. Youthinks we could get one of these jawns on Hancock St.?
Confess2Us: Everybody’s Got Something To Hide ‘Cept For Me And My Monkey
*Kelly White’s our intern. It turns out that she and Sweeney are also second cousins. She’s a good kid, but watch out: She’ll cut you.

This entry was posted on Wednesday, August 9th, 2006 at 1:49 pm.