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[[Pls read the whole text below in heavy English accent. Assume you are an englishman/woman with with a long black overcoat and a bowtie and you speak with your head up and eyes closed. You shall then get the intended feel of the text]]

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Oh darn these despicable creatures who cannot value such an art. Or may I say, they just don't have an eye for it. How wretched would one's life be without the appreciation of such marvelous artistic production which is simply beyond excellence to be tokenishly praiseful. It is inturn, I dare to say, the misfortune and actually a lack of depth of thought for they, who cannot comprehend the meaning behind these so called 'abstract' paintings. They must first larn what Abstract means I reckon. For these seemingly dewey-eyed figures convey such in them, it is difficult to explicate the marvel you could derive from a few lines. And those mediocres call it stupidity. Ridiculous! Infact, Pathetic how someone could demean such a high language of thought.

Modern Art, it is called. My dear friend Patti and I are greatly involved in the great discipline, I should say. We met up and did some painting and I'd like to present to you our paintings and the deep hidden meanings in them.

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I made this painting while Patti sat aside and thought about his thought for the day. His knees pained too. Please have a look at it.








As soon as I showed this to Patti, he was out of his senses... He had to remove his bowtie and overcoat and extremely excited.
I said
"Patti dear, what do you think I have tried to portray ?"

He closed his eyes. Took a few deep breaths and said
"This is the metamorphosis of the universe juxtapolated with the microcosmic world that moves beneath each megalomaniac homosapien."

I was delighted. He got exactly what I wanted him to. Word by Word!

It was now my chance. Patti handled the paintboard now as I swam in deep thought of my artistic mind.
Patti, I appreciate, produced this......










I could not control my emotions. My hands started shivering and my body became cold. Even my dog, Odie started barking. No, I was not being possesed. Just the my emotions flowed out so potently, they affected the physical world in a subtle and uncanny manner.

I said
"Patti, In this dark world of malice and dread, fashions to proceed are in numerosity, but the one who resurrects in his own excellence is the prevailing power and the maudlin ventures"

Patti cried.
Later, I cried too.
Odie stopped barking.
Our gushing emotions left us simply marvelled.
Such is the power is the Modern Art which is commonly disgraced.