I’ve bought a colouring book. I hope it’s got join the dots in it, I used to like those as a child.
I think I’m beginning to understand this performance, video art malarkey now, its about showing loads of different vaginas, the odd penis (but then all penises seem pretty odd), wearing fetish clothing, inserting things into places they really, really shouldn’t go and bondage.
Or is that pornography?
Obviously very intellectual whatever it is about. As there are an awful lot of men with hipster beards and constipated expressions, walking around with their hands pushed deep into their pockets.
I’m abnormal I obviously don’t think about sex enough.
Per-vert. Is it even legal to do that in public?
Sigmund Freud was right… you sick twisted puppies
Seriously Rosary Beads and Swastikas!! Yeugh, I’ll be having nightmares for weeks.
Think Damien Hirst’s Pickled Egg was the sanest thing I’ve seen so far.
Now this is better, I like this. No sorry it’s not an exhibit it’s a fire extinguisher.
Seriously, a pile of bricks and a couple of pallets. I could have gone to the DIY store for that!
Why does Andy Warhol make me think of Popeye the Sailor Man?
Sandcastles, yep I am in a DIY store.
Soft furnishings and kitchen utensils now – what fresh hell, I’m in a branch of IKEA.
No scrub that; hell IS a branch of IKEA.
If I don’t make it out alive can someone feed my cat…
Yet more vaginas…
(A note found clutched in the hand of a gibbering wreck, who probably only hours before was a reasonably sane adult, but over indulged on modern art and was found slumped in a stairwell at Tate Modern in London earlier today, sobbing uncontrollably and asking to be taken to the nearest hostelry.
So please kids don’t do modern art, like all drugs it can do serious harm to an impressionable mind. Remember if it starts to make sense or you start speaking French ask a responsible adult to take you to the nearest exit tout suite)
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