Thursday, January 25, 2007
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Thursday, January 25, 2007
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Thursday, January 25, 2007
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Thursday, January 25, 2007
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Saturday, January 20, 2007
African blue notes and holy rock and roll a strychnine soup for the black boojie soul and she knew all right where the notes came from but it was too late to shush her little talking drum cuz she’d been to where he was coming from and was worried about where he was going…
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Saturday, January 20, 2007
mother never let him know how she felt about the game called the baptist fashion show and how they both felt the same…she still figured jesus was safer than his dreams…he was getting to that age where he could them to extremes she had him dunk his soul in their murky fishbowl it swam but […]
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Saturday, January 20, 2007
…and he was gamely tagging along quietly like a robber lurking at the side of a medieval road who’d forgotten his reason for being cuz he was stolen away by the pilgrim’s singing and the message in his song just gamely tagging along and lo and behold the robber was freed guaranteed just as long […]
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Saturday, January 20, 2007
And there they all were filing into the church dressed for spiritual success as the hearse began to lurch…their color co-ordinated emotions white with black trim… he thought “i love my mother… but i don’t like them.”
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Saturday, January 20, 2007
at church they gave the impression that a woman could go to hell if her hair wasn’t done, her stockings had a run or she wasn’t dressed like patti labelle
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Thursday, January 11, 2007
BLACK YOUNG LADY GIRL Once I was in Brighton (pause) the beach, you know. It was stormy that day. He didn’t want to go but I made him take me there. (pause. She now imitates an older, upper class englishman) “I can’t see the road yet you speak only of your hair. I so love […]
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