I want to be an architect... and build a LEGO Parthenon.. on a hill where all the kids in us all will partly laugh then sigh when they/we see it...
somewhere holy where we can worship toys made of plastic.. and a Barbie doll 500 ft tall, sitting on top of it with her legs open.. displaying MATTEL in laser lights to look like a Las Vegas Beaver... chewing a Redwood.. it will look like a used tampon being removed by tree surgeons... hanging from pubic hairs..
Which is a metaphor for Abstract botanists who think they are Damien Hurst... who is all of that and a bit more... he taught Collectors to get on all fours... and stay there like the Dogs of art rape they became... friction alone constitutes Art.. nobody has the God Given Right to condemn even nonsense, as they amplify its importance...
Attention is Love, Attention alone makes an entity known, fame is a virus whatever the context or crime.. association is the linking factor.. thats why the unlikely becomes so unbelievably viral.. over a short time like a YouTube vid... or a long time like Coco Chanel, Who can tell what is the next big thing.. (My fat dick in your mouth.. lol, I'd want Your health certificate first..)
My LEGO Parthenon... anybody could build it.. but it will always be my conception... to save it from Abortion...
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