What do I have to complain about anyway," Ed asked his Picasso, "I'm a millionaire!" This wasn't exactly true. Ed's Picasso was an obvious forgery, his three Rothkos had just been singled out in an article in Artforum entitled "The three most insignificant paintings of Mark Rothko," and his Barbara Kruegers had been irreparably damaged by Rein Sanction and a few other bands from Gainesville that refused to recognize the value of art.
"Come to think of it," Ed mused to the laminated roadkill coffee table that he had purchased when times had seemed slightly less bleak, "Come to think of it, not only does art have no intrinsic value, but my collection has no extrinsic value either. I know I'm not a millionaire, but that's no reason to complain. There is no reason to complain. There is no reason to do anything. [etc., etc.]
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It's a totally fucking annoying song, and I have no idea where I heard it or why I know it, but 5 Chinese Brothers have a song called "Paul Cezanne."
posted by craichead at 8:59 PM on January 4