When I first understood how much he cared for me, I thought the look in my eyes might have resembled that of a starving woman presented with a table that overflowed with food and told she could eat as much as she wanted. How could the bountiful buffet be anything other than an illusion? How could the man who cared for me so much after only a ( Read more... )

It all started going downhill when Marcel Duchamp took a urinal, turned it on its side, signed it, and put it on display.


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I do so much more than pray ( Read more... )