The universe is so accurate there's a mid-sized pony named after me in the home movie. Once she wins the race she trots around the fence at a toasting distance and it's as if the rider isn't even
there
She was sick of theatre, of the powder and rouge and the chatter of the greenroom
3 graces, 4 musicians, themes you know, witnesses
James Blood Ulmer's Love Nest. Can I be specific and still be understood. Do I have to be topical and ask the wooden question, the one stuck in the tree as: was he still playing the eternal monkey?
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Take Five
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How to prolong a dream: You quickly invent a dream which incorporates the disturbing element of reality as part of the dream
You see people praying to a european jesus, a white jesus, and you feel like it's a secret joke to lighten the slow drowsy approach to the summer hunt; he couldn't put his heart in it anymore
There's something so persuasive about inability. Can't/chanting. So we invent the gift. Charlie Parker's Out of Nowhere. We wanted to dress it up and put it in a fashion magazine and name it something we couldn't pronounce. Suffocate it with loud unintelligable perfume. We got together and imagined the sound of hooves on the hood of a star just about to slip off into some snag in the fabric of what we imagined joy was without the even/rider. We all understand each other. Now how do we protect our wax built castle from the devouring heat of our own fire
