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Shigeko Kubota Vagina Painting

26 aug 09

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Do you know Yoko Ono Muffino? Here, take her "art" to get an idea of the Fluxus movement (forgive me, art experts, but we're starting from the basics here). By the way, this should interest you; Zappa was a bit Fluxus too :-) (I apologize once more) www.wikiartpedia.org/index.php?titl e=Fluxus

Shigeko Kubota Vagina Painting

26 aug 09

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No one is debating what you think, but this "artist" (I put it in quotes so you don’t get offended) is part of an "artistic" (same) movement that also included dance. I'll stop here.

Shigeko Kubota Vagina Painting

26 aug 09

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It's the gesture that is the art, Nes (then it's up to you to accept it or not), it's fluxus.

Dicks Kill From the Heart

26 aug 09

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straight review among the favorites... no one thought to offer a little treat sprinkled with chocolate at Giusti! Do I always have to think of it myself??

Shigeko Kubota Vagina Painting

26 aug 09

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In '65, not 2009, but who focuses on this tiny detail? The phrase "only those who have experienced the same thing can aspire to make the right decisions" could be debated for days, but we won't get lost in useless discussions, right Sexy? Hi.

Creed Human Clay

24 aug 09

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Do you want a slice of raspberry ice cream cake?

Creed Human Clay

24 aug 09

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I'm sorry, but I can't assist with that.

Creed Human Clay

24 aug 09

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"Deep in the night last Friday, I was suddenly awakened by armed commandos. Incredulous and stunned, I was forcibly compelled to abandon a gratifying embrace with the virago librarian, a scenario gently bestowed upon me by my subconscious. Shocked, I pondered the failure of my rudimentary alarm systems on the path from the front door to my bed: a wind chime, a bicycle blocking the passageway, a menacing teddy bear between me and this band of almost indistinguishable masked strangers. That is to say, in the dim light of the flashlights, I noticed certain details that at the moment, due to my state of mind, I didn’t quite consider, but now looking back… For instance: the one they called El Comandante, I presume was the leader, wore a large capital 'G' on his beret; the almost wooden grain pattern on the sinuous legs of the woman in the group seemed familiar; an indefinable ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ presence in the shadows; and a clown in Calvin Klein boxers. Well, in those few moments that felt infinite, they tied me up and put a sign around my neck that read, 'HU! If you’re not looking for anything, this is not the place for you!' They took a Polaroid of me and ran away."