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The street looked kind of different - harsher colours sharperangles. Shops stacked high with stereos and rows of magazines. Smellsof coffee, glossy limousines. The sun danced on the chromium. Slanteyes drowning in the light. Lights turned red as elbows jabbed, voicessnarled and luck turned sour, Children screamed! Brakes werescreeching! Knees were pumping, ribs were crunching... Crushing,drowning deeper...
The street looked kind of different. The paving stones were playingcards, and cried out as I skipped from the red to the black. Cracked ajoke about the joker, saluted all the kings, threw a ring to theblackest queen who ushered me away to the palace in the square wherethe air's so cold and it gets so lonely in the night.
She whispered sleazy secrets on the couch by the TV. 3D visions of asoapflake, trumpets blared, a voice declared: "
Are you feeling dirty?"
Yes but also very pleased. Heard applause, felt the claws in my back,rocking backwards, rocking forwards in the groove. The earth moved!
The couch moved! We rolled on the felt, knocked the vases off theshelf... Watched ourselves in the mirror, like animals like cannibals!
And you ate my ear so I nibbled on your shoulder... Rolled your tongueup in my hands - I swallowed it whole. Flesh decreasing by the seconduntil all that remained were the eyes, mine brown, yours black. Tiltedback, we stared at the hollywood sunset. Brighter now... it looks sopretty tonight. The light in my little girl's eyes...
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