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!

Started: 2012-10-21 14:23:32
Finished: 2018-07-27 01:57:50

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