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An astronaut, a witch doctor and Suzanne

  • An astronaut, a witch doctor and Suzanne Somers walked into a bar. "Ow" said Suzanne, as she had walked into a particularly pointy part of the bar. The astronaut held open the
  • -rmal nuclear detonators. C3PO put down his hash pipe and woke Jabba up. Jabba looked at the Astronaut, the Witch Doctor and Suzanne Somers and said,
  • "Here is art" then pointed east.
  • It was Malevtich's black square (see above), the ultimate deconstruction of art. He smoked his "This is not a pipe". Then Magritte, became his own silhouette in the sky.
  • & then rained down upon Rousseau's Sleeping Gypsy who is dreaming Picasso's Guernica but as if was done in his blue period, during which he dove off Parrish's solarized waterfall
  • and through a window, out of which a lonely Edward Hopper lady gazed into space. I grabbed her hand and we ran out into the Starry Night. I'll never know what made her
  • cut off my ear, steal my umbrella, and then run off with George to spend a Sunday afternoon on the Island of La Grande Jatte. I followed her there, with a fistful of irises, hoping
  • that my earlessness wasn't too noticeable. I circled the island until I found her and George. Holding my irises, I got ready to convince her to enjoy a Starry Night on the Rhone wi
  • th Brunhilde, or some Valkyrie looking for her warrior one lover at a time. Instead, I fell into an MC Escher and only escaped by looking inside as the way out. I emerged in a Gard
  • en of Conundrums and immediately recognized the lay of the land. I smiled to myself, lowered my gaze and two iridescent gossamer wings unfolded, carrying me far, far away. Home!

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