The Seahorse – Postcards from New York #1
It smells of buxom, boisterous women: bosoms tumbling from man-made fabric folds, galloping towards a finish line somewhere far beyond the dawn. Cigarettes and Cinzano; short chubby fingers climbing an […]
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The Thing, about heaven
The thing is, I am in heaven right now. Well, I am not in heaven yet, but at the gates about to cross over. Looking in, I see records. Thousands […]