A study in nature and incompetent twits.

The incompetent twits part first. Here's a, to quote,

THE ART IS IN THE RESIDENCE

There's a striking similarity between the oceanfront residences and the Jeff Koons sculptures we have on site. Both are remarkably contemporary and highly sought after.

Argentine Fucktard Piero Lissoni

They're talking about this atrocity :

Now look at the "highly sought after" and riddle me this : what ballet dancer in the history of ballet as an artform (to contrast it with ballet as an apparent pastime for married hippos) had ankles that ever looked anything like that ?

Take that elephantiasis sufferer out and fucking shoot her already ; and don't even think of giving me the "artistic reinterpretation" schtick. By the time spreading works so well it's taken ankles out of ballet eating's never going to work again. I get it, everyone where you live is a steelmill worker from Pittsburg, and that includes all girls and all ballet dancers and everything else ; and besides, a bunch of farmhands wrapped in bedsheets "should be enough Roman Republic for anyone". And etcetera.

Forget "sought after". Nobody even slightly likes you, at all, nor can be induced to further bear your foul smelling, drooly company one minute longer. Nothing you ever did is any good ; nor important ; nor worth the mention. This speaks of anyone you ever met, and anyone you ever heard of, because you live in a mentally deficient cultural space where sheep shearing is "animal cruelty" and Jeff Dumbass is "art". There's just nothing of you, for you, or with you. Go away.

In closing, cabbage :