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D is for the grand failures, the sore economies, the bungled adventures, and all robbed and beaten whores in alleyways collecting the remnants of beautiful wigs dashed about by scoundrels and varmints;
other things occupy the same space as love on rainy days: grey gargoyle bits: punks: pistol fools: sour milk: mashed teeth: mittens and kitten hearts: painful soliloquies: architects’ sobriety: tardy students;
oloph and erggo and arriivvii and the sim sim;
go in the gusto, kid, grab your rain coat and slip it down the drain into the wonderworld of the forgotten beasts;
I saw a mother pick up the little kids with two hands and push them about, slinking with bravado the grand structure of do-this and do-that;
in the season, we as such want our best friends to make us pretty, to construct a myth of our liking, and to push us down a ravine