I'm collapsing. I'm not in pain because I don't feel a thing. The Bride undresses in white and asks me to take off her bra. Because of that I become this interactive chocolate rider. The glass will give me the perfect media to deliver the message - the cereal box. Witt comes and spits in the air. Where is it going to fall? Maybe in a touring group exhibition. Maybe in a talk about Skip Art. What? Excuse me... Yup: Skip Art. Give people what they put away. Build with the only thing free around. Make your ideas flow to the other side. Change the question everyone is asking. Give the thinkers a different angle on anti-art. Put it away. Dream with the love you lost while you were awake. Show the world you are better than that...
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