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Start: Do me a favor, don’t fool yourself and think that this is ‘art�, ‘kay? It’s a sick fucking joke, but it is not ‘art.� And if I’m wrong about that, I mean if I totally miss the point here and somehow puking up your own little shitty neuroses all over people’s laps is actually art, then you oughta at least realize there’s a price to it all…you know?

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End: There’s gotta be a line. For art to exist, there has to be a line out there somewhere. A line between really saying something and just…needing attention…I guess I’m done.

Neil LaBute, The Shape of Things, Faber and Faber, 2001, pp. 132-133.