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art is...
...the nasty lil bug that gets in your head, eats on your brain, lays eggs, then dies.
...the mummified cat poop you find under the sofa well after you strangled the four-legged bastid and tossed its carcass in a dunpster.
...the sound of a baby chokin' on strained peas while ma watches 'Dancing With The Stars'.
...the smell of a well-used public restroom.
...the dog realizin' the leg it was gonna bite is attached to a body that bites back.
...the thug who gets shot in the face by the easy mark.
...the bored cashier sellin' you defective condoms on a Saturday night.
...the wizard throwing lightinin' bolts out of his ass 'just because'.
...sittin' on your stoop, smokin' and sippin' coffee, watchin' mushrooms grow on the horizon.
...the burly rapist left dead and unsatisfied by the mousy woman from Poughkeepsie.
...the sun beatin' down on your head.
...the client who stiffs you for 500 bucks.
...the tires of the client who stiffed you for 500 bucks (cuz 'if he ain't gonna pay me, he's gonna pay somebody').
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