self-portrait as marcel duchamp

one of those televised lifetimes...

you know me nothing is immediate god what is going on mopping up my life televised reality banality nothingness foreverness forget i said anything seriously forget it gorget me that's it thats the name live long and only for art love music find me in the purple light a great height falling felled picking myself back up again its this work like sisyphus said a nation of finks ask me ask again forget it forget everything forget nothing being time enough to be late the center of truth today is 1 2 3...I found the center of fruit is late, It is the center of truth today, Cut the apple in two,Oh, I pray it isn't true, I found the center of fruit is late,

Is the center of truth today, I cut the apple in two, Oh, I pray it isn't true