No way Jose, I don't kiss and tell.
I never said that. You're a liar.
You don't need LSD to understand afterimages.
Alright, alright! Enough! I admit it, I have a secret crush on Modern Art. I have loved Modern Art ever since I first laid eyes on it when I tripped and fell in a puddle of puke at my school's cafeteria. After taking off my shirt, I was going to wash it until I saw the exuberant beauty radiating from my stained--or should I say--perfected white t. It was love at first sight I tell you! The yellowish-green digestive juice framed a ketchup red interior with sprinkles of half chewed French fries. If you look at the stain under just the right lighting at just the right angle, you can actually see bits of blue! No one knows how the blue got into the puke but it made the puke all the more mysterious and appealing. Tis was the epitome of Modern Art--no--of beauty itself! Tis was my precious!
Unfortunately, fate had other plans for us. Before I had the chance to confess my love to it, a cruel demon by the name of "Buddy"--driven by jealousy of the precious' beauty--attacked the defenseless piece of art with its monstrous tongue and ravaged it beyond recognition. When I discovered my precious, it was disfigured and barely clinging to life. With its last reserve of energy, my precious revealed me its inner blue. The blue was the most magnificent thing I have ever seen! It contained all the answers to the universe! As I flushed it down the toilet, I swore to never reveal the identity of the blue for as long as I live.
I had long suppressed memory of my painful first love, until I saw your avatar. The careful mix of green, yellow, red, yellow... and blue... It was as if my precious came back to life! Your avatar, it was beautiful, almost as beautiful as my puke stained t-shirt. But I know I could never love another piece of Modern Art again, especially not one which contained hints of blue as subtle as your avatar. So I became bitter and defensive. I could not let my love of Modern Art show, for it would bring back a flood of painful memories. But you! You, perfection, FORCED ME TO REVEAL THE TRUTH!!!!
I've stopped appreciating modern art because I know none can match the resplendence of my puke stained t-shirt. No abstract art can compare with the intangible exquisiteness of my precious. I know I will never find a love as great as my first. This embittered me, and made me turn against all abstract and modern art. When I'm drunk, I even condescend impressionist art
I hope you are happy, Perfection.