March 5, 2007
I want you to want to run through museums with me and scribble a Sharpie smile on The Scream. And a cock near the Mona Lisa's mouth, like movie posters on the subway platform. I want you to ogle David's ass and giggle at his cock. I want you to want to lick his thighs. I want you to comment on how salacious Baby Jesus looks in way too many heavy oil paintings, leering up at his famous virgin mom's tit. I want you to say Monet belongs only in your mom's powder room. I want you to mock Rothko.