saw the rise and fall of the rising dead. a group out of ny. liquid junctions. subway dances. poetic prosody, ps122. saw blue velvet. i couldn't hlep but be both horny and grumpy at the same time. wondered if i'd ever get stabbed walking through the tenderloin so late at night. because it's happened before. the man at the bakery who looks at me and
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