Today I checked out a library book and filled up
my car’s gas tank. Thirty-eight dollars and eighty-five cents
was the bill at the pump. The book I checked out is called,
“Exactitude: Hyperrealist Art Today.” Art.
The comment today at a blog called Monkeyfister
is simply, “Holy shit.” Then there is an excerpt from
a story about Matthew Simmons passing away.
In 1975 hyperrealism
sunk its teeth into Chrissie Watkins and we all watched
in gruesome close-up and great length as she was eaten.
But when Martin Brody wanted to close the beaches
rich and powerful people just threatened to fire him,
he wasn’t “suddenly” discovered dead in the tub.
We’re going to need a bigger boat. With Brody dead
at this point in the hyperrealist narrative
rich and powerful people do not want the shark killed.
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
Matthew Simmons, Investment Banker,
Peak Oil Theory Advocate, Dies at 67
Monkeyfister
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The Endless Death Of Chrissie Watkins
Like A Bright Green Fantasy
The Endless Death Of Maple White
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