Yawanna play

Whats that

Follow the leader

Mebbe  Who

Two cats I know youll dig

Im listening

Oh yare waitin for me to say

You said two cats Id dig Layem on me

Vincent an Henry

Okay You got my attention

Youll remember Vincent wrote Theo  I let myself go without thinking of any rules.

I think . . I . d . .

. . Yaknow yaknow do  Yaplayin hard to get

she gave him a stern look  still there was humour in it   Get on with it man 

they flirted whenever they ran into each other she was getting tired of running around trying to run into him

unbeknownst to her his place overlooked her brownstone

on occasion hed catch her going out the tiled foyer through that massive wood elaborate glass front door if he was dressed hed bug out of his place through the alley an see if he might run into her clandestinely in the neighbourhood

her step this morning wasnt deliberate casual   

if they ever clicked hed have to move shed mentioned her place before he hadnt

hes admired her since grade school

she didnt pay him any attention

but he was mighty shy  then 

Henry wrote about painting . . . the monster simply grows under my hand . . . what I am trying to point out is that these failures, or monstrosities, are a result of my faith in the virtue of letting things happen. 

                                                                                          he wrote later that when theyre framed and hung he realised they had qualities that he never dreamed of when he tossed them aside 

Having fun arent you fun at my expense

No not at all 

               Yaknow what Im saying is true true about youyour mindset  mindset if I have to call it something

Youre audacious you know

Im not Yave shared pieces of your writing with me In each and every one there are seminal images sentences that are hot and scorch the rest The rest is the fixturethe head holding the jewels

You tryin to get in my pants 

                             he continued asif he hadnt heard her Sometimes when looking at a painting I fixate on a portion of it enjoy its striations the shapes in the coloured oil seemingly minute aspects yet they inform embellish reorder reconflagrate my imagination my interest

Its also helped inform me excuse me as I say so yare not include . .

. . Im not

No not at all Its informed me of my regard of women who I admired for one single redeeming if yawill  quality  detail that so thoroughly attracted me I was ignorant to their ugliness  I let that singular aspect embody them   

as he spoke he looked her in the eyes

she thought to look away  but did not

And unfortunately on the other hand a single detriment might disgust me for the rest of what could be a very attractive person

Thats interesting she pursed her lips her lips were very attractive A kind of twisted one for all and one for all

Oh Clever  I didnt think of that thank you

Dont mention it 

                 she smiled A thoughtful gu . . 

. . Now excuse me for cutting you off  But not always

A learning curve

Nice of you to let me off the hook throw me back Really amazing when I think about it my abject blindness my inordinate narrowmindedness Blinkers for appeal and distaste

 

Hmm she purred she decided she liked him  Art is to waken the eye

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