HyperManifesto:
The Unreliable Truth
When he assembled the whole thing it was huge. The work was
essentially a monument to their relationship. And remember, we're
talking about the good times here. She
was dressed like one of the transvestite street walkers who figured so
heavily into his iconography during his 'Cheez-ee Realism' period. She
might as well have carried a sign that said "I'm for rent." The casket
against which she leaned so contemptuously contained his own blue-gray
features in an attitude of strained repose. Between her feet a gecko
was chewing on an improbably large cockroach.
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