Wednesday, March 12, 2014

5165. A TOTAL FAUST

A TOTAL FAUST
So streamlined is all this desert land : the sombrero on
the cactus, the blowing of the sand. I never meant to
be a crawling cowboy, but here I am. Give me some
water whenever you can. I'm parched  -  this deal I
made with the devil was really no deal at all.

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