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Tuesday hits with a hint of Monday in the back. 

Wednesday skips itself to be another day and, 

Thursday is a reminder of all the rest to come...

Everyday we keep aside our life from our bathroom. 

Even though we face ourselves inside...

Flush away, wash away, just like yourself...

Maybe we need a reminder like a mirror in a cell, 

Just so that you can remember your creases and well,

Now wait, why don't you put a sculpture or two.

You know when you rinse your face in the morning,

You need a distraction like in the news, 

that puts you away from the busy things in our mind. 

So let Monday hit you in the back unconsciously,

And wake up to be Saturday morning so fast...

Look around, you've got all day to remember, that,

That you've got unnecessary things to look at. 

Time has changed and sculpture became an artifact to surprise people. 

This goes deep. 

There were two phenomenons. 

The first was to surprise guests who came to your million dollar house, and maybe get a fuck out of it. 

"Wow its so big"

"It's so beautiful"

The praise became like a venom. A potent energizer that is supposedly poison. 

The movement became so big. 

To own a thing that surprised people at your rich place became a thing. 

And so it came, the second phenomenon, on the television. And everyone, had to have something to show after watching that show. 

Today, art is status. 

Status that you're so IN. 

Educated, flawed and superficial. You believe money can buy anything. That's why when there's no more cars to entertain yourself, you go art. Cuz people don't know Chagall or Cezanne, because you gotta be at least been at an western Uni to encounter these names. But Basquiat became so common after all the rap music started singing. 

Delusional and lost, we wander the street. 

What shit did ever make sense?

It's better, let's put it this way, to look at Alien Poop sculptures than chasing the superficial movement that is called Art today.