Fucking The Art Student
"There I was, walking around the city and it started to rain, and without a brolly or raincoat I sought shelter in the Museum & Art Gallery, I've strolled past so many times, but not had much interest in going in. So I take a seat, and I'm more interested in watching the people who look at the art, and especially this young, cute and sexy girl who is spending an extraordinary amount of time in front of each painting. I sidle up to her, and try to see what she's starting at, but it's a mess of colors and drips to me. ‘Do you get the feeling of excitement, and how short life is from this’ she asks me 'It's as if the artist knew death was approaching, and got it down perfectly in acrylics, it's so powerful', I didn't know what to reply, but put on my best serious voice and nodded, while trying to think of something smart to say … ‘Erm, yes I see that. But art is everywhere, every day. Look at yourself, you are a work of art in my eyes’ We move to the next artwork together and she continues about the fragility of life, and how deep inside she feels this … and I continue with my line, that all life is art, and if she was to come back to my apartment, we could make some art together, and see how deeply it moves us … which she agrees to as long as I've organic green tea. Let the art flow!
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