no, I don't dance...
... but thanks for asking!
once upon a time
I made farting noises
and blew through a piece of plumbing
people (mostly) liked the noises I would make
they gave me money
sometimes by check
sometimes by coins tossed in an open case
sometimes they would give me an orange or a bottle or water
so as not to overtly endorse my lifestyle choices
others negotiated with me to teach them to make these same noises
now I obsess
over Semitic words
written 2,500 years ago
people no longer throw money at me
I invite others to share my obsession
instead of an open case
one day there will be a plate
the lifestyle being examined
will be their own...
... make that our own.