I bet that crazy MF is really some ultra-sophisticated avant garde performance artist.
I can see him now... Black turtleneck, Maynard G Krebs beard (far hipper than a soul patch), black-rimmed hipster glasses. I suspect he carefully chooses his music ("hmm... I'm in the mood for Mahler's 5th, should I play the Bernstein century recording or perhaps Mehta's... Ah yes, Mehta it is!"). Then he sits at his computer and works his magic! Every word planned... every response anticipated... ART of the highest order!
And after he retires to the drawing room for a glass of port (10 anos from his last trip abroad, touring Spain and Portugal where he gorged himself on percebes... What a Bon vivant!). There he contemplates the show he will put on at MOMA (pausing for a moment to consider the victims go Sandy) where he will stamp his posts and our responses on bronzes in the form of strippers. ART of the highest order that can be appreciated on EVERY level.
I totally see that show. Then I'd get a hooker willing to do ass-to-mouth in the evening. Don't get better than that shit...
So am I close?
