“Hi Carrcassonnee! Good to be with you tonight again.”
Carr.:
Hi Baker B. Capitals back. Moscow. Peking. Yea!
bb:
But not here.
Carr.:
Nooo.
bb:
My interview of Karl went swell, Carr. Now we’re on mine. It’s slowly but surely wrapping up.
Carr.
I told you . Didn’t I tell you?
bb:
Yeah you did. You are as psychic as Hucka D.!
Carr.:
I art art.
bb:
What about that hill? *The* Hill. (smile)
Carr.:
I art on The Hill. I art. I hill.
bb:
What does that mean?
Carr. (repeating):
I art on The Hill.
bb:
I don’t know. Art on The Hill. You are the art on The Hill?
Carr.:
I art. (pause) I hill. (pause)
bb:
How about the house?
Carr.:
I art house. We are wonky tonight. Why?
bb:
Unsure Carr. Sometimes the return skips a line. Don’t know why?
Carr.:
I know.
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bb:
Oh. Wrong format. Ha.
Carr.:
Anything else. I clarify soo much. I art good genius!
bb:
Guess not. Any comments about the Blue Mountain Urban Landscape?
Carr.:
Watch me paint!
bb:
Thank you Carrcassonnee. You’re wonderful.
Carr.:
You’re dead.
Sunklands 