Sunday, October 17, 2010

Conversation with an Artist

Me: So, you see, this is trees on a road. Autumnal etc. What the eye sees, the finite. HOWEVER, the Soul sees Hipstamatic. The indefinite..

Artist: lol. you're such a hipsta poet.

Me: You infected me. I'm not seeking a cure.

Artist: i'm not sorry

Me: I thought you would not be.

Artist: you thought not wrong

Me: I'm glad I didn't think so.

Me: Jayse, I can't hold a candle to you, although if I dripped red wax on you I'd totally photograph it in Hipstamatic ... Lucifer and Ina's 1969. Yeah, that would be cool.

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