'Zeke's World' by Zeke Wolf Exhibition Opening

Zeke Wolf has been in reality, the saviour of Contemporary Art in drag for his whole life, but every effort is blighted by fat-arsed, strait-laced harridans in administrative power who have no ambition whatsoever to be porked by such a weirdo, and make sure the rejection slip is stuck on pronto. Coupled with a conspiracy in curators who have a shit-shafting gig going, where if you’re not a fellow ring pirate and in no way welcome a backside full of spoof, you’re doomed to oblivion. However, this universal rejection on the part of the fridged-up flaccid-sphincteric nancy-boy brigade in no way kills off the creative instinct.
When I’m dead in 50 years’ time people will realize the Ronald Hugh Morrieson syndrome lives on. You must be dead to be famous in this philistine place – I wouldn’t want it any other way!