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Centre national d'art et de culture Georges Pompidou
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Catherine de Volages tilted her head to the side, forcing some of the dark chocolate ringlets craftily piled on top of her head to spill down the left side of her face.
So this is what is passing for art these days. The acidic thoughts bounced around in her head as she sighed, feeling the necessity to fake having to drawn in breath in order to manifest her displeasure. If only she had gone to the Musée d'Orsay to view the exhibition on Probable and Improbable Paris: Architectural Drawings of the 19th century. Although her sharp mind could recall nearly every innovation, as it, indeed, enraptured both mortal and Kindred alike, she would rather spend her evening walking among real art instead of this heathen example of horse shite coloured paint smeared thickly on a white canvas. This thing masqueraded around as art so flagrantly, so brazen in its injustice, that Catherine was forced to ripe her eyes away before she accidentally set it on fire with only her glare, thus succeeding in ripping away her own masquerade. If only she actually had that ability to drew fire from her hands.
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Centre national d'art et de culture Georges Pompidou
Modern times with
ladyanguissette Catherine de Volages tilted her head to the side, forcing some of the dark chocolate ringlets craftily piled on top of her head to spill down the left side of her face.
So this is what is passing for art these days. The acidic thoughts bounced around in her head as she sighed, feeling the necessity to fake having to drawn in breath in order to manifest her displeasure. If only she had gone to the Musée d'Orsay to view the exhibition on Probable and Improbable Paris: Architectural Drawings of the 19th century. Although her sharp mind could recall nearly every innovation, as it, indeed, enraptured both mortal and Kindred alike, she would rather spend her evening walking among real art instead of this heathen example of horse shite coloured paint smeared thickly on a white canvas. This thing masqueraded around as art so flagrantly, so brazen in its injustice, that Catherine was forced to ripe her eyes away before she accidentally set it on fire with only her glare, thus succeeding in ripping away her own masquerade. If only she actually had that ability to drew fire from her hands.
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