document.write('No houseplants or other organisms participate in this art. I have a set of circular definitions that I accept on faith and you can\'t disprove them. This is the deictic here and now manifested as a concluded event, no longer chasing function. Intercepted static occurrences introduce form and matter as a given thereby precluding the sublime. Validity is singular and transcendent and not properly incited as an image or vision. Sabotage acts to maintain unrelatedness drawn out of material literally. No moment of peace or confidence is present in clearly artificial stuff. Things are not properly covered. Shall we have the depravity of physical engagement or, in weakness, retreat. Do not crawl around in the protective colors of the environment. Do not defend yourself by going into hiding. Work. Work. Work. An endless enumeration of artists\' names. No free lunches. This boring meta-modernist process couched as next-level shit; this is mindfulness animated as and by a lack of possibility! This work is post-smart! Let thoughts and emotions simply pass by and turn your outrage upside down. Why is art supposed to be so perfect anyway? Have we the singularly noble? Inclusive? Hotties spacing out! I recently had a dream I was unable to give away a painting on a street corner.')