Modern art.

Im reminded of a block of cheese. Squeezed through the girth of two sweaty men stuck in a doorway then smeared with a spatula by a teen with angst apon the pavement to sun bake into a cristaline form and shattered apon nachos by the most stern of bearded ladies.
Although albatros cried "jalapeño" as melencholy as an overcast wednesday, the curtains still matched the drapes...