Wednesday, February 19, 2014

Art Students League and the Domesticated Religious Cots project

Also about 9AM, February 19, 2014:

In the full light of the morning volunteer help strikes again. You cannot approach the office without being met by a relative of a wife who calls her co-director husband Mr. because she can't call him "pop" and specializes in Twin Peaks as  documentary as 2013's best even for the MoMA because of the glut, who wants to know, days in advance, exactly who you want to visit, when the policy is you get a visitor's pass on the day you request it, AND organizes with a all your shoe wear and clothing prints are mine spy from Maria Leon of the 33.39 88th Street Jackson Heights, who arranges you as an abducted scopro'd out by force appetizer to a local Nazi brothel arranged even for gays, since the psych internment days are over, by a depleted and suicidal Lady Gaga, who plants male euros with brown hair and eyes of a middle build there also as volunteer help, and who let you understand that there's a local cop car protecting him, by saying your name out loud, followed by a her not me. Attire also is connected to time and its evolution: his green Union cap and jacket switched to black after I filed a complaint, which he was informed of immediately.

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