On Imitation and Plagiarism

I find myself pondering: at what point does imitation, the great admirer, become plagiarism, the great deceiver?

Of Hula Hoops & Talking Heads

I am possessed. Images of waves and hula hoops as I fall asleep. Awaken to Taking Heads playing in the iPod of my psyche, sore from yesterday's practice of trying to embody the muse.