And so, the carnival ended and the Bates had to go home. Green light on the pale boy was too much to take seriously, night of the waning moons. Chigen, barfly, and Siouxsie whales.
Porchlight, Neko Case. We were drowning again. What was it that I said? Yes, he was near drowning, arousing. Pounding, spent, feverishly. Precise tiny lettering in purple ink.
---And the Ohio Turnpike. But next time
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