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We are here to watch famous dead painter Jean Michel Basquiat get famous and die.
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| Graffitti tagging is fun, but I'd score more groupies and drug money with incomprehensible paintings that resemble stomach contents. | |
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| Gee, now that I've stepped on all my friends, and the art world has inexplicably soiled its panties over my work, I think I'll have a whiny angst fit. | |
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| Ooh. Yeah. Yeah. I dunno. Ooh. I dunno what's good anymore. | |
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| Didn't you hear? Warhol is dead. | |
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