
In the painting ‘Les Lions’ it happened:
The stripper becomes a moon shining in the Cadillac. Khrushchev offers the United Nations his long-awaited Appleberry Plan. Colonel Terreur is dead, fallen in combat. ‘Les Lions’ rest strong and contented in luxurious green. Why is gentle Fragonard being threatened by Man-with-Tommygun? Do they actually can vaporous beauties in bean cans? The red-headed model laid a strange egg. Why is this dishwasher different from all other dishwashers? The museum-director, too, looking through a magnifying glass at a pinup; the New Shape, oh what will it be? Eve eats the apple of knowledge all by herself. There is a sinister band of rebels. Colonel Terreur is dead. ‘Les Lions’ rest content.
Lurie/Lions
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