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       Well: but it is: as it should be  - I would never buy a painting 
so I have no right to be hung somewhere   - not even to be visited by the
purchase success - it is fair    - if could my desire to own some another
unchained artistic work: except for my own (but in this     - I'm fucking
rich man!) if could this desire came into being        - it would left me
certainly at 3:10 in the morning: when my alarm clock rings. :And when it
still meant to urge me during the day: it would knew with disappointment:
that: first we would like to go to the dentist.
       I don't know: if I would not look at this mysterious man:      who
would gave me 3000 euros for my younger pieces   (what I would surely ask
- for three month of everydays work) I don't know: if I would not look at
him a little like - at a dick    - who bought the new long black Mercedes
yesterday: in this my life situation: propably not a little bit:  I don't
empathize with man:       who desides to manifest his hardworking by this
uncommon style:
       I haven't bought a book of poems in many years         - the huffy
offended pride and chronical disappointment from the look-in     (maybe I
want to be disappointed: maybe it is all the injured pride: I don't know:
I do not care) :so:     my injured pride and chronical disappointment are
preventing me in this case by equal power: like my predatory:    by years
cultivated - greediness - so I have no right to be in the bookstore:   in
the shelve with you: Foxy ..
       And in addition: it probably will be so: that:     some part of my
romantic and labor soul - with the whole circus around art:    it despise
that (really: I'm surprised - how my left lip lift up now) I am disgusted
especially by people like you Foxy - the mediocre and smart   - which can
sell themself: which know how to make the product of themself:    you are
marking: by yellow drops of yours attributes:  in all books and pictures:
no one will ever find out:     how it would look like without your urine.
       Uff.
       This: it seems: unhealthy indignation: probably:  it was born once
innocently: when my father and I: shouted at each other on the SNP square
in Bratislava: in front of the exposition       - where they used to sell
modern paintings: that: Come here! Come here!            Twenty thousand!
Twenty-four thousand! This you have not seen yet   - forty-six thousand -
this I would draw at any time: this snorting: hehe: and:     we looked at
ourselves - with wide amused and envious eyes. It was warm and victorious
- to find the largest amount: and: to shout: equaly like: in front of the
hotel Devín: where the fastest cars parked: with tachometers up to 290.



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