the quiet parrot
on the way here i met a man. his name was eric. no. his name was the
quiet parrot. his parents called him eric. he was an
ecologist. or
thats what they called him. but they called him lots of things. he
wrote fairy tales. he had a huge book that told the history of the
universe. in it there was the story of his life. and as he lived and
travelled. there were fairy tales.
the trip was long and we had many conversations. it was he who first
suggested i adopt a name. a long discussion as how to best attack san
francisco. where everyone was an artist. and everyone was trying to be
unique. and so on a bus. somewhere in barren desert (but it was dark).
artiste was born.
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