lady day...

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spices, tomato juice, and chili peppers.... and,
look, it has salt on the rim... Melania sips slowly, a
little dripping on her right breast before saying:
...Jesus, put everything possible in one drink, why
don't you? leopard skin, salt, eggs, beer,
ridiculous... too demure to retort Claudia just
ignored this episode of Melania's increasing dark
humour and began riffing of the fatalism of finding
Poetess Candela, reciting a few scratchy lines of
Poems she had remembered from a small book she
lost in the outer regions of Verona... everywhere i
went they said and i never saw her again... i hoped
to find her so badly... Melania had placed the near
full glass on the coffee table, next to Ludwig's
writings, and said: Hope is an affliction... and
beauty is a whore... before waddling up the stairs
with one hand rubbing her left butt cheek...
Jung Over Jizz
...the game had become more important
than the act, the seaman a mere spectacle to the
dues of winning, whispering as many dirty
thoughts into the ears as fathomable... little secrets
only spoken of in passing mentioned within the
ear, her cumming that one time to her Dad coming
out of the shower when she was twelve, twisted
foilage producing a win, orgasmic into the room,
our universe of little to no sleep... Candelebra the
island our only true idea... disjointed reckonings
of an Anshram in the outer regions of Rishikesh, a
small secluded area in distant Peru... the nearness
too far... with her hand in my brain she asked for a
rematch, with slight oulipo restrictions whilst
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