It is apparently, well, um, something. How do I know you might wonder. Easy. I saw it on a teenager's t-shirt yesterday. I shit you not. But please, no polishing.
He's the scary thing, Count Slothula. I just saw the second one today . . . ON PINE STREET. The first spotting was not near any art as well. That's what I'm saying. I think it might be something somehow. Even if it is nothing.
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nothing? everything?
got birth and death and money on the brain. Don't mind me...
it's nothing disguised as everything. you know what they say, though - you can't polish a turd.
i'm glad you're back, slothy. i missed log world.
I've tried polishing turds, Dubz, and I can tell you this: it ain't pretty. The more you rub, the less shiny they get.
Sloth, I missed log world too! Welcome back. And as for that skull, yawn. Yawn, yawn, yawn.
...we are the goon squad and we're coming to town, beep-beep.
go goons!
Skull-ornament is mystifying. Not that it's interesting as an artwork, kind of clichéed & un-nuanced, but... who knows, like the crown jewels I'm sure it sparkles & I would go see it, sure, if the line wasn't too long. I'm curious about how the content is overwhelmed by its own hype, it's impossible to be dispassionately critical because the luxury value is the story. Like when you find out how much a Marlene Dumas goes for at auction, and that information becomes part of the work somehow... Warhol = WalMart, Hirst = Hermes...?
anyway. sorry.
hi jd! hi dubzy!
jd, I saw a turd-polishing system on late-night TV. It came with an attachment that gave different finishes: eggshell, gloss, lumpen, etc.
If you squeeze a turd hard enough, it'll turn into a diamond...
It is apparently, well, um, something. How do I know you might wonder. Easy. I saw it on a teenager's t-shirt yesterday. I shit you not. But please, no polishing.
Hi Hearts! Those t-shirts may qualify as the un-coolest possible thing to wear to an opening...? Paired with the jeans, of course.
You can also purchase a limited-edition, signed print coated in diamond dust.
He's the scary thing, Count Slothula. I just saw the second one today . . . ON PINE STREET. The first spotting was not near any art as well. That's what I'm saying. I think it might be something somehow. Even if it is nothing.
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