Daily FortunesApr 7, 2015
The sprung doors parted and I staggered out into the lobby's...
The sprung doors parted and I staggered out into the lobby's teak and flicker.
Uniformed men stood by impassively like sentries in their trench. I slapped
my key on the desk and nodded gravely. I was loaded enough to be unable to
tell whether they could tell I was loaded...
I ask only one thing. I'm understanding. I'm mature. And...
I ask only one thing. I'm understanding. I'm mature. And it isn't much to
ask. I want to get back to London, and track her down, and be alone with my
Selina -- or not even alone, damn it, merely close to her, close enough to
smell her skin, to see the flecked webbing...
"Love may fail, but courtesy will previal."
-- A Kurt...
"Love may fail, but courtesy will previal."
-- A Kurt Vonnegut fan
New York is a jungle, they tell you. You could go further,...
New York is a jungle, they tell you. You could go further, and say that
New York is a jungle. New York *is a jungle.* Beneath the columns of
the old rain forest, made of melting macadam, the mean Limpopo of swamped
Ninth Avenue bears an angry argosy of crocs and dragons,...
Now I was heading, in my hot cage, down towards meat-market...
Now I was heading, in my hot cage, down towards meat-market country on the
tip of the West Village. Here the redbrick warehouses double as carcass
galleries and rat hives, the Manhattan fauna seeking its necessary
level, living or dead. Here too you find the heavy faggot...
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Daily Fortunes for Apr 7, 2015
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