Monday, June 16, 2014

213

So I was just talking about how The Rhyming Palm leads to The Dreaming Palms, all night long, at Starfucks, sipping on a latte for a lot of bucks, while losing money on poetry.

See the intro. 

But better than Gold is White, anyway, listening to Lazeretto on the way home, dancing like a dead man come back to life.

Mozart was giving free lessons on the cheap side of Queens.

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