There is a free book depository in my city that has now closed that I picked up a book about suicide from. I keep looking at this in my room now and it's made me uncomfortable. If I gave it to someone I'd have to offer an explanation for why I have it, which is no reason in particular, I got it for free.
Nah, just carefully open it somewhere in the middle, do a really detailed biro drawing of a big spunking cock across two pages, then innocently hand it in to a charity shop. Are they going to check every page for obscene vandalism before reselling it to some hapless chump? Are they fuck!Write a new book over the pages or draw some pictures on them. Make it a project
This is how you take a book with a retail price of £7.99 (less than fifteen US bucks or 10 Euros) and transform it into something with a value of £1000. And the increase in value doesn't stop there - as this work becomes an art world legend the monetary value will just keep increasing! Personally authenticated by the 'artist', the shredded edition of Stewart Home's novel Down & Out In Shoreditch & Hoxton is strictly limited to an edition of 10! Each copy sells for a grand! Forget those liberal hacks who believe that destroying books is a crime against either good taste or the so-called 'soul' (and probably both), this type of transformation is indeed high art! And now I've destroyed one of my own books, I'll move onto shredding some by various idiots with less writing talent than me. John Latham never had days like these! Art is post-modern alchemy; it allows me to increase the value of an object by more than 100 times the original price simply by destroying it....