Oh Gives Collective! This elephant’s trunk touches me in places I have never been touched before. I am not Australian, but don’t make that make me seem ignorant to your ways – I like BBQing whilst pissed too, along with so many other things that your society celebrates as culture (like games men play with balls, and that girl from Home and Away.)
As dogs consume meat, so they defecate the very enzyme-digested decay of your peoples – one in which meat is basically the bleating backbone to bear the weight of your great and mighty country. When the dog discards the very thing that defines you, in turn you rub the symbolic trunk of a non-native into it. Beady little glass eyes become smeared with the confusion of identity. Do I look away? Or do I watch the little elephant crash? As he is doomed, we learn that we too are doomed…
And I’m left wondering. What would the world really mean if that girl from Home and Away were eaten too? I feel that she is the truest elephant of your meaning: her face dirtied from the prying eyes of celebrity hounds, desperate to dig meaty shit from her painted fingernails and expose her tales of sexual exploits involving bestiality with non-Australian origin animals and foodstuffs. I bet that beagle sniffs more than just her crotch when she’s at the airport – how embarrassing.
Over here we have the White Cube for expressions such as this.
We also have a very sound economy based around it.
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Oh Gives Collective! This elephant’s trunk touches me in places I have never been touched before. I am not Australian, but don’t make that make me seem ignorant to your ways – I like BBQing whilst pissed too, along with so many other things that your society celebrates as culture (like games men play with balls, and that girl from Home and Away.)
As dogs consume meat, so they defecate the very enzyme-digested decay of your peoples – one in which meat is basically the bleating backbone to bear the weight of your great and mighty country. When the dog discards the very thing that defines you, in turn you rub the symbolic trunk of a non-native into it. Beady little glass eyes become smeared with the confusion of identity. Do I look away? Or do I watch the little elephant crash?
As he is doomed, we learn that we too are doomed…
And I’m left wondering. What would the world really mean if that girl from Home and Away were eaten too? I feel that she is the truest elephant of your meaning: her face dirtied from the prying eyes of celebrity hounds, desperate to dig meaty shit from her painted fingernails and expose her tales of sexual exploits involving bestiality with non-Australian origin animals and foodstuffs. I bet that beagle sniffs more than just her crotch when she’s at the airport – how embarrassing.
Over here we have the White Cube for expressions such as this.
We also have a very sound economy based around it.
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