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I have decided that I am, in fact, the representative of a new movement in art. This new movement began two and a half minutes ago when I was in the washroom stretching my penis from the tip of the foreskin up and away from my body so I could get the skin of my shaft and testicles taut enough that I could comfortably and deliciously scratch for as long as it was before the new movement took hold of my attentions. It will last as long as I live, and it will be unparalleled everywhere and for all time. No one who does not understand it will appreciate it, and anyone who appreciates it will be deemed insane or ignorant. I am the pinnacle of human artistic achievement. Art is the challenge of aesthetic paradigms and my movement defines itself by its continuous challenge to itself, ergo, my movement encompasses all of art, from four or five minutes ago to eternity, and is self-perpetuating. Therefore my movement is art. Forever. Therefore I declare myself the winner. Of art. I win art.

Wednesday, October 27, 2010

three of us are in the room
i'm looking down between my legs, my back is bent and my elbows rest on my knees
there is one wall and a floor
one of us is laying across the couch that's against the wall, with an arm on the back rest and one to the floor
the other's sitting cross legged on the floor, i think he's nauseous
he looks up
he looks down
looks like we're waiting for something
it comes into my head that i don't know what this room is or what it looks like
i look around and see no walls or ceiling
it occurs to me that maybe i don't remember what i'm doing here
it was pleasurable, albeit the terror, to know now that this would have been my reaction to a hypothetical
terror is not knowing and terror is a point, having all and no dimension
my fear is linear and the first thing that comes out of my mouth is
how long have we been here

1 comment:

UnknownOctober 31, 2010 at 9:40 PM
Two things:
1. My attention was caught.
2. The ending was unexpected.
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