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T<\/span>o think that I once felt sorry for you.<\/span><\/p>\n That’s what he was thinking as he watched her from across the room. She was standing close to a tall guy in his thirties with greasy hair and round silver studs embedded in his temples that gave him the look of a late fifties American car.<\/p>\n Her pretty dark eyes danced across the tall guy’s face — but he knew from watching her at scores, maybe hundreds of openings and parties, that she was making a kind of dynamic topological map of the room, charting not people’s height but their stature in the art community.<\/p>\n And he knew that the flattering attention in which she bathed Mr ’59 Chrysler Imperial would be duplicated maybe four or five times that night with different men or women.<\/p>\n She would undress as he lay naked on the bed, and give him, unbidden, undesired, a detailed debriefing of the critical art scene intel she had gleaned, dishing caustic, funny slaggings of the very people she had seemed to fawn over earlier in the evening.<\/p>\n And, when, finally, she got on the bed, on her hands and knees above him, naked, and her pretty dark eyes danced across his face in the flickering candlelight, he tried to make his mind a blank.<\/p>\n About this version:<\/span> I think I have to say that I prefer the previous version<\/a> of this, from December 26th last. I especially like the artwork, which is an (unintentional) self-portrait. (The signature was added as a joke and to tie it to the song.)<\/p>\n
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