ROB THE MUSEUM
Written by Guy J Jackson on Sunday the 21st of February 2010
Listen, you got lonely eyes that are just two yellow ones stuck with pins madly driving. What you can't see in the fog is bothersome in terms of horror but what you can't see in the fog is okay in terms of lovely like lovely like lovely like lovely like...
Then you're smacked with a deadline while you crouch brown-coated in idle kiss of felt-leather massia.
But that's not what you're asking, is it? Listen, if you want to rob the local museum do it at the end of the day when the guards are at their laziest and now I don't mean to give good ideas to criminals such as yourself, but you poor dumb bastard criminals never seem to have any really good ideas of your own, do you? So yes, 4 PM, when if you think you got museum fever by that time boy oh boy do the guards ever got it. For example how sandwiches aren't allowed and yet you see a fat kid eating tomato-and-egg-paste in front of (we must always resort to naming the only painting we know by heart) the Mona Lisa.