Arthur Murray

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.

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