@MiniComposition
pa The artist climbs. Each rung, each ledge is covered with razor edges, sharp glass. The artist stands, one share of Coca-Cola, outside the trader's door of the NYC stock exchange. The artist prances in pristine school girl dress, a picknik of pig blood soaked blankets laid out before her. The artist writhes drenched in oil, sado-masochistic orgasm sound track playing while they remove their underwear. The artist mumbles from behind grotesque animal mask, breathing life…