Solicitation's, cave-dwelling crustations! You now grovel in the thrall of your gentle lord, devotee of life sublime, ANTON REEMCOBB, sewer-dwelling bottom-feeder and aficionado of only the snootiest forms of crappy art. The current exhibition highlights the work of one "Dave Brockie", a name inexorably linked to artistic meanderings of the most asinine, obvious, and untalented variety. Here you will find much of the squiggly-lined, overly-worked, and generally self-indulgent drivel that this so-called "artist" occasionally manages to let seep out his rancid ego-sac, usually while under the influence of drugs which no doubt delude his senses to the point where a turd is akin to manna. What else could explain the painfully obvious conclusion I gleefully leap to--you sir, are an untalented boob, but worse still you are an untalented boob who is convinced you are something more than an untalented boob. And for that, you are truly a wretch.

All of these prints are available in a high-quality, limited editon format, signed by the F-artist and delivered to your door by one of the tree-sloth people. Now I must return to what I do best--belittling and disempowering those more talented but less erudite than myself.

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