Pepe LeCasso may want to reconsider his fledgling attempt at his new found art form. As the magnatude of his first attempt may have been too great for the visualization of the participants themselves. Everyone wassa suppose to go offa da pier and swima back to the shore and gather arounda da Egga pavilion. Itsa suppose to be a tribute to the pilgrimage of Easter. Now itsa all ruined witha the people all over the place. Hoa Bouy!
You sir! You right there! Stop. I must give you a piece of my mind. Your manical rantings leaves me with a bitter taste in my mouth, nutty and earthy yet sweetly cloying. Your overwrought, clunky and amature attempt at an Italian (pronounced EYE-talian) accent is at once demeaning and grotesque. I was at the ill-fated attempt of 'conceptual' art. This thing was the definition of a clustered fornication ritual I've seen depicted in derraugtypes of Indians (I said Indians!) from the start, no one could understand this bastards accent and why in the world in nineteen hundred ought five would a hairy greaseball wear a Speedo. Plus all the raw sewage and medical waste from the nearby hospital was off putting. Respectfully submitted by Beauregard Farnsworth Snapshut the Fourth, Doctor of Dental Surgery and Barber conveniently located next to Dr. Standstills abortion clinic and livery stable.
ReplyDeleteMadge Crumpler (of the East County Crumpler's) writes: I too was there for the catastrophe of the attempt at "art". Art to me is a bottle of merlot wine, candles and my pool boy Antonio servicing my hollowed out uterous. That was not art, not even close. The smell of the ocean was putrid as I could no longer smell my vagina's yeast infection over it. Mr. LeCasso's feeble attempt should have added a coat of paint to the whole patina of that sham.
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