Yep. One of those nights.
1/16/2012
A Small Howl
who copulated ecstatic and insatiate and fell off the bed, and continued along the floor and down the hall and ended fainting on the wall with a vision of ultimate cunt and come eluding the last gyzym of consciousness...
who wept at the romance of the streets with their pushcarts full of onions and bad music...
who scribbled all night rocking and rolling over lofty incantations which in the yellow morning were stanzas of gibberish...
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