I AM STANDING ON A BEACH WITH Marie AntNTOINETTE

It is an ordinary beach

Fifty-one envelopes are pinned to me

Each contains tufts of her pubic hair

They are to be used when creating new soups

Near the rocks a poet is selling a painting

It is called

Combat de Negres dans un Tunnel

 

I painted it myself

A Jew is inspecting my other works

They are all BLANK CANVASSES

He praises the subject matter

And tells me that the subject of a painting

Is the most important thing

I am not listening as I am taking a SHIT

On Marie Antoinette’s knee

He buys the black painting and throws it into the sea

As he hates violence

I offer him a SMOKE

But he already has cancer of the lungs

The news of our show has spread and the beach has become busy

I have hired an artichoke to be my assistant

But it prefers the MOON

I am showing a collector a series of my paintings

The red one is called

A Cardinal eating lobster with tomatoes by the banks of the Red Sea

 

He pulls out a pistol and shoots me in the head

As I resemble his sister who he has fucked for many years

AS I draw my last breath I forgive him as I too have fucked my sister for many years

That evening I took my WIFE out for dim]b as sge pissed in my death mask  

 

Which I found very touching Which I found very touching

 

 

God is a maker of razors foe EXPORT and I have been assigned to sharpen the blades