Cassidy November 21, 2011
Posted by Mark Folse in cryptic envelopment, Dancing Bear, The Narrative, Toulouse Street.Tags: Cassidy
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An elegy yes, but one fraught with possibility, vanishing perhaps not into the next world but roaring down a dark desert highway, tail lights merging into the arching continental darkness brilliant with stars, Benzedrine stream of consciousness hurtling toward le petite morte, a flowering satori in a pair of cornflower blue eyes.
or at these independent New Orleans bookstores:
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