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Cassidy November 21, 2011

Posted by The Typist in cryptical envelopment, Dancing Bear, The Narrative, Toulouse Street.

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.



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