lady day...

...Dream Book, Entry March 21st 18:36]] we
spend our nights with merely any regard do we, as
Ordog spoke from two way mirror the words sent a
deathly romance down the spine, as i've known a lot
about your decision for this Candelebra... palm trees,
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
an island o, let me guess, a little Chomsky before a
lite lunch? a dip in the mango juice filled pool over
looking a sunshine yellow sandy beach, chocolate
cake by the ton, hours spending time lodged
entwined in genitals smelling of ocean water salt, a
papaya tree above your head with music playing,
Ravel, Bolero Ravel I can imagine, backgammon... o
I've heard your sordid desire to get off the grid, as
you put it, and it won't happen... these teeth in this
mouth won't protrude into the sky like birds, to
escape some sort of laughter of escape from under
our control, meds and feds, our system of order... it's
high time we distance you from what you think this
is... the cool breath practically reached the end of this
nose sniffing in the aroma of his lust for mischievous
deeds... as I woke to a strapped up chair, where I now
am, a man in his final hour on the death row with a
board held up with Ordog asking what i wanted for
the final meal... a drink of Michelada, i said, which
Ordog writes with a smile, muttering o lovely that'd
go down well with the death...
...hot chicken soup...
...tomato stew with paprika...
...a slice of salmon with a sprinkle of pepper...
...potatoes... Ordog's features move into the
middle of his box, you'd like them boiled, i can
imagine, as a man as you are... no grilled, i said... o
how disappointing, sighed Ordog, i expected more...
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