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imagined the artists words screaming out of the window at night, in Paris. Joey would have sold his soul to be there with them. glasses filled with long strings of red wine and laughing and getting lost in the morning still drunk, sleeping on couches with blue velvet upholstery. Ashtrays full of tumors. dial phone numbers and unknown to anyone recite poems subheading on the other end of the phone. rationality that flowed slowly through the rain along the eaves.
were just back from frastonata Parigi.eravamo sitting uncomfortable and I had not combed enough to see you. your cigarettes I lowered the pressure dangerously. the spiral staircase that led to Pluto and the moons that were going on.
imagined the artists words screaming out of the window at night, in Paris. Joey would have sold his soul to be there with them. glasses filled with long strings of red wine and laughing and getting lost in the morning still drunk, sleeping on couches with blue velvet upholstery. Ashtrays full of tumors. dial phone numbers and unknown to anyone recite poems subheading on the other end of the phone. rationality that flowed slowly through the rain along the eaves. were just back from frastonata Parigi.eravamo sitting uncomfortable and I had not combed enough to see you. your cigarettes I lowered the pressure dangerously. the spiral staircase that led to Pluto and the moons that were going on. 
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