Thursday, March 20, 2014

Lollipops and snakes. Fathoms deep. Bodies asleep.

The Miseducation of Miss Cicely Steele.

Show thyself, Bobby Luca Sr. Throw down upon the metronomic underground.

Snakey in the chapel. So very snakey in the chapel! "Do you dream in color?" eyes ask. Eyelids.  I could write a book on Eyelids. We all could. Check it. Part One: The Rise, The Fall, The Feint.

Reptile violence. A riot of silent idioting.
Garish colors splashed across a wall. A mural for the damned.

Pussy Pastiche whips a henchman's daughter while I, I and my marigolds lilt on by.

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