Tuesday, February 2, 2010

I suppose that one of the reasons I'm in New York is to go and visit the Museums.

What I like best
is when my father wraps me
i'm like 'who you rappin? fool?'
but he just contains me.

we go to the museums.

he shows me art made by people.
he says 'this is the reason they made this.'
'does this visit have a trolley, daddy?'
'yes, it does. hell, it does!'

'One of the works I would like you to visit is a piece of history, by Anselm Kiefer.'

'lol, shit, this really is a piece of history.'

'How can you just laugh at the past?' the being demanded.

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