Do you know, as Micheal Caine seems ever so bloody fond of saying, that I kinda think Basquiat, in his unorthodox, irreverent, strangely-anarchically-amused fashion reminds me a lot of you, Kristen. You laugh at all the strangest of times, so much so that you often project soda/green juice/accordions from your mouth and nose without explanation, often I think even to yourself. You become so captivated and taken completely by which is utterly over-looked by the floatsam and jetsam who parade about this city, thinking themselves so arty, fashionable & electric.And some times I even agree with you. I remember one day you wanted to bring home an impossibly large piece of a fern tree, but it had fallen in a storm and would surely perish. T'was quite enormous though, but this proximity issue didnt seem to be of even the slightest concern to you. It wasnt until you ignored all my warnings, pleading & foolish-attempts to appeal to your better, perhaps more math rational acumen had also, in finality, failed and you trudged inwards with it, like a puppy youd found in the road, that the impracticalities of keeping a nine-foot piece of dead fern, which had bugs and had been blasted from its trunk finally made sense to you. After such a fervent defense of this blasted, charred, now-dead wood, you casually lost all intrigue you had possessed so furiously in it only minutes earlier and enlisted my help to uncarefully and hurridly dispose of it outside. I did so,clamping hard on my tongue to avoid saying those three words, which, suprisingly, never make me feel better anyway. you paid no heed. I suspect he wouldve neither.
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ReplyDeleteDig those Salt Peanuts, Dizz.
Dig that Basquiat, too.
Got to see this film.
Do you know, as Micheal Caine seems ever so bloody fond of saying, that I kinda think Basquiat, in his unorthodox, irreverent, strangely-anarchically-amused fashion reminds me a lot of you, Kristen. You laugh at all the strangest of times, so much so that you often project soda/green juice/accordions from your mouth and nose without explanation, often I think even to yourself.
ReplyDeleteYou become so captivated and taken completely by which is utterly over-looked by the floatsam and jetsam who parade about this city, thinking themselves so arty, fashionable & electric.And some times I even agree with you.
I remember one day you wanted to bring home an impossibly large piece of a fern tree, but it had fallen in a storm and would surely perish. T'was quite enormous though, but this proximity issue didnt seem to be of even the slightest concern to you. It wasnt until you ignored all my warnings, pleading & foolish-attempts to appeal to your better, perhaps more math rational acumen had also, in finality, failed and you trudged inwards with it, like a puppy youd found in the road, that the impracticalities of keeping a nine-foot piece of dead fern, which had bugs and had been blasted from its trunk finally made sense to you.
After such a fervent defense of this blasted, charred, now-dead wood, you casually lost all intrigue you had possessed so furiously in it only minutes earlier and enlisted my help to uncarefully and hurridly dispose of it outside.
I did so,clamping hard on my tongue to avoid saying those three words, which, suprisingly, never make me feel better anyway. you paid no heed.
I suspect he wouldve neither.