If I could go anywhere right now, I would go to a movie-fied version of Paris in the 1950’s…all Technicolor pastels…and with all the sparkle of the celluloid that captured it…and I would stride down the street in my heels, walking a poodle & smoking Gauloises like I was the fucking shit, man. And I would be. I would be the fucking shit...

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PNEUMONIA

August 1, 2020
This is material from an entry I wrote when I got a very bad case of pneumonia a couple Christmases ago.  PNEUMONIA Angry slowburn of fever spreading through my chest I pile on the blankets and shake like hell underneath them with my castanet teeth my xylophone bones. Mercury rising till there’s ...
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