BEACH BLANKET BINGO
There has to be something
more torrid than this : Men
should die for the needle in
the haystack routine. You can't
find anything? I see evidences
all around me. The carpetbagger
wearing new bruises, the trapeze
girl with a breast hanging out.
What more do you need? How
is it you see nothing of another
world other than this slow dirge.
My own capillaries are crying loudly,
seething to find something where
nothing was before.
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