przeciez wy mozecie
wpatrywac sie w sciane
ciegiel, i klamac,
wyglaszac! opera! teatr!
opera! daj wam boze...
jak niby jezus z tymi
w pacierzu z boga
swiatyni...
   jak z wami! poszli!
                w grat z wami!*

if brick have more worth for
you,
   then you certainly need
no gallery...
if you require bricks,
bricks is all you'll get,
a chess-board
rather than a da vinci...
   beginning with the primordial
sin, the sin secondary to it?
stealing from artists...
you steal from artists...
you steal from everyone else...
you make creativity a zeitgeist,
when, de facto, there is no
creativity to speak of...
nonetheless, you steal,
you are the unfathomable grey
areas of "reality"...
        cheap ****** without
actual *******...
              people do become
chairs, and tables...
persian carpets rolled-up
at night,
             and stored in bedrooms,
and the un-rolled when
  the morning comes...
such pathetic peoples...
              even if they grasp
a degree in studying x-rays...
but when you ask
for free art?
   when you demand free art?!
what do you expect?!
                     art?!
    no, you have it all wrong,
you keep forgetting
the principle correction...
the more you ask for free art,
the more
   mathematical / geometric it will
become, the more you lessen
a need for patron, the more
the human aesthetic will become
cubic...
  unrecognisable... and all
the more ugly, prone pronographic...
whatever...
                  yesterday's egg fried rice.