I had just won $115 from the headshakers and
was naked upon my bed
listening to an opera by one of the Italians
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Slaughterhouses on Bandini Blvd.... Hold your breath and drive as fast as you can through there.
so that was john martin his publisher with some poet in tow. the poet never changed Buks words after he croaked but that john martin his publisher sure did. posthumous rape of a literary picasso or rembrandt who painted one of a kind beats and phrases. of The Black Sparrow Press; your legacy is vandalism for all times.