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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COUNTDOWN

September 18, 2020
COUNTDOWN It’s useless to wonder when your life is done and we’re already long spent but maybe things would have looked differently, held tight in the lens of a more loving spyglass, if only we had known that the clock marking time that we had left together started its countdown the very moment I...
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