lady day...

...and she moves about detailing that she
needs to leave, before intercepting her own words
with how much she needs to stay, before again
speaking of how much she needs to go... I sip the
whiskey straight... king whiskey... Whiskey king...
the night before she had been reciting poetry over
sex... Virgina Woolf, Walt Whitman, Baldwin, her
own, Wilde, Cum...
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
Leased Souls
...casually Ordog arrives back [Dream Book,
Entry March 3rd 23:16] into the hallway as if we
weren't trying to escape, and carries on
hypnotically... speaking about the procession of the
nights... Giovanni here is the assistant, and a
connoisseur in dream disorder... where we usually
deliver the medications we develop and sell, though
I do say prevention is better than the cure, but
there's no money in prevention, you've got to put in
the disease, the wound or else people lose jobs,
economies suffer under this type of uncondoned
system, where accept we ought to continue to work
with the federal or police system to allow our ways
to prevail... it's much easier that we can locate a
man in Chicago or East London, Modena with
delivering medications, usually GPs play along... a
sleeping pill given to a lady has elements of more
dopamine and our serum which produces an
addiction that fuels this game we need to play... this
system... a headache tablet constantly bought in
Brownsville soon replaced with a little cocaine, not
too much, but just enough to allow for the person to
go back, and us to pick him one night... said Ordog
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