Uncle Larry crawls through the bowels of the blues like an insatiable tape worm….smoking filterless cigarettes and eating a cold greasy pork sandwich off a dirty ashtray….last night’s drunken pants still sick in the corner…searching for the whore who stole his poems.
oh...and Larry told me to tell you that this guy frightens him...for real...
mommy, make the man stop...
(whatever it takes, you absolutely MUST endure all the way to the end...)
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11 дек 2023