my hearing had become epic, and i used it as a shield while i was recouperating, on the run from everything, shielded in a sewer entrance, reloading my guns. i could hear troops marching 300 yards away, knew there was no one nearby
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one of the people in your escapecar was in my dreamroom the other night and other dreamplaces other nights. oh my, oh my. my goddamn silly boyheart, and goddamn silly boylife.
the divine femme is always represented in my dreams by a confusing, amorphous, ever shifting entitything that goes back and forth through the faces and bodies of women i respect. and sometimes carmine sandiego.
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i'm not even a rich white boy.
oh my, oh my.
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the divine femme is always represented in my dreams by a confusing, amorphous, ever shifting entitything that goes back and forth through the faces and bodies of women i respect. and sometimes carmine sandiego.
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