At that place where language dead-ends into incredulity . . . At the
signpost marking the intersection between metaphor and meta-folly . . .
At the universal crossroads where icon meets curiosity . . .
. . . stand these two Madonnas from the Museum of Bad Art.
Be sure to visit their gift shop.
[Rating:100/100]
There is a badness which attains unto perfection, and I think this might be it.
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