4181. GODDESSES OF THE MARKETPLACE

GODDESSES OF 

THE MARKETPLACE

Goddesses of the marketplace on New Year's

Eve! Aye! It's me! But not really. It's she!

It's all self-image; from Ayn Rand to the

Dorsey Brothers, with their feet up on

an old Dodge coupe. Nothing ever 

happens. 'Less you expect, the more

you get.' A great showman : Elmer

Gantry : Sensei : I am Teacher.

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Open up your dowry, sister. Watch

the moths fly up : (cantankerous

counter-pussy conflagrations always

arise  -  since she was a little girl it's

never been right). Black sister white

woman snowball acres in black and

white, all that livid groan and moaning.

There I go, dreaming again.

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The gamblers have shuttered the

mouthpiece : pencil skirts and bare

legs and spiky heels. The smokers

sit still at the table  -  the greedy

guys eyeing the lasciviously all that

they see : 'this one's for you, that

one's for me.' Genial, affable invite

of pure sexuality. I wonder why it

all happens in such a quiet way.