"I was sayin let me out of here before I was
Even born--it's such a gamble when you get a face
It's fascinatin to observe what the mirror does
But when I dine it's for the wall that I set a place"
Richard Hell, "Blank Generation"
"He's got a lot of irons in the fire", she whispered, several feet away from the bar not knowing that he hears everything.
Everything!
It is quite maddening sometimes. Or atleast it used to be. Now he can weave mariachi with chainsaws; bowed cymbals with bees buzzing; bird calls with babbling seamen and jingling trinkets.
He doesn't mind at all, you see.
It just the music of his city.
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nice photo.
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