Sep 02, 2006 16:24
Even before anything made sense- i connected dots in prose and it sounded sweet- it were the saxophone being blown by the dynamo- eating away the flesh of the dried up baby ghost- mouth wide and eyes blue-
marines or monk in tibet or the fame in decadence and lust!!!!!!! 1 of the 3
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