Saw an article today about that artist chappie Damien Hirst not getting quite as much of the green stuff for a picture or art-piece thingie as the artistic cognoscenti had expected him to. I was a bit surprised because judging from the illustration provided the piece in question looked fairly pretty and had a nice title: I Am Become Death, Shatterer Of Worlds.
I'd have paid easily a hundred dollars for it. Even two hundred. And that despite the fact that, as it's all of five metres across, I'd have nowhere to put it.
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