Manifesto B

I I I I I I I I I I make make make make make make make make make make art1 . art2 . art3 . art4 . art5 . art6 . art7 . art8 . art9 . art10 .

In preference to Art, stab out eyes, plug ears, tar body until skin cannot breathe, tear out mind from its holy throne in a steel wool coup-de-tat and live alone in the dark forever and ever without even myself amen.
Art sails as close to the wind as it can. Art changes the way you see the world; like spectacles. 3 Art pushes and pushes and pushes until you cannot breathe and your toungue scrapes against your teeth as if to whisper ‘Uncle!’ and one more unbearable second passes and only then does Art let up and leave you gasping for breath having looked death in his polished wooden teeth. 4 Art is simple. 5 Art walks into a bar with a parrot on his shoulder. That bartender exclaims “Wow! Where’d you get that?” and the parrot replies “The Louvre. They’ve got millions.” 6 Art is for sale because once you have seen it and it has scarred your brain you will go home to your wife and she will not recognise you until holding your breath and not hesitiating a second for fear you will change your mind you ask her to open her eyes and seeing art she must struggle alone through the rough ecstatic pain before joining you on the other side. 7 Art is for sale so that your best friend will still recognize your newly naked flesh. 8 Art does not die when you look away, but lives and breeds inside you; it’s still there when you close your eyes at night. Parasitic tapeworm! 9 Art is never benign, but always loves you like a mother loves her still-wet child. 10 Art has declared war. [His is the robot army.]
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