If you pay a hooker for anything, it's sex. I don't care if the dirty whore blows up condoms and twists them into circus animals, you're still a Sodomite, If the Museum of Modern Art writes a check for an exhibit, it's art. That includes actress Tilda Swinton sleeping in a glass box, as she did over the weekend in the museum in a snooze-fest of a provocative piece call 'The Maybe'. It's called 'The Maybe' because you never know when Tilda Swinton and her freaky looking bony self will be sleeping in a case in the middle of the museum. Maybe she'll be there, maybe she won't. Maybe you'll have a fucking nightmare about the creepy she-Skeletor in the box. Maybe you won't. It'd be easy to call it the stupidest fucking exhibit in the history or art, but I'd rather just call it precisely the kind of sophisticate droppings you get when you visit the Museum of Modern Art. You don't walk into the donkey show in Tijuana and complain about bestiality. Don't walk into the MOMA and complain about Tilda Swinton sleeping in a box. Yes, that is the perfect analogy.
Tilda Swinton Sleeps One Off
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