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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A Theater with No Exits

November 29, 2020
three recent dreams, transcribed. this is why i drink at night, to deal with the dread of a theater with no exits... dream i my beautiful boy, my son. you are running a car back and forth on the carpet, like you’re scratching on turntables…like you’re erasing a chalkboard...like you’re god wiping...
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