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Walking down the street. Everything's so shiny and bright and it's hard to remember why I hate the world. The lamps are glowing under the snow. The children are screaming. Oh yeah, that's why.

Here's the building. Live Art Museum, new deal in the city. Everyone's coming here because it's too boring inside and too cold inside. Why am I here? I can't remember. I know She would love this place. We came here once, when they were still putting the foundation in.

Five bucks to get in. Not too bad. No one's really bothering me- yet. Glared at some field tripping school children. Gonna try to find the Work In Progress section. See what these artists think they're doing. See what they think is art.

Living Canvas, eh?

That sounds familiar. Take this hallway. Ooo, look at that. They dimmed the lights so it's creepier for all the stupid college students. Should I make creepy noises while walking down this hall? Art students. Hah. You can't learn a thing about the Living Canvas in a classroom. It takes time to be a master.

Here we are. Oh look. A disclaimer. No one under twenty-one. I hope the artists have all their clothes on.

Damn.

Damn.

Damn.

This story was/is written in funny little chunks of words. Myah. This sucker really builds up, so plllllease come back!