YOU CAN'T SAY
You can't say what the moniker was because
it really meant nothing at all. Like calling
Fred another name entire - 'Old Marble Face',
or something like that. Have you ever seen
one of those Swedish movies, with Death
playing chess on a beach. Ingmar Bergman,
one of those guys - the slow camera drag,
the heart-stopping black and white, that
faint and distant woman you always wanted
to touch. There's no bad air in Miasma Beach,
really (just wanted to say that for Tracy), and
everything is clear and crisp, but you've got to
make this picture for yourself. My language is
a different sort of thing : words are flung,
fruitcakes in trees, a spongecake, dripping
time. All those things you'd never
thought about before.
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