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