from Especially, DeathNeil de la Flor
III On my way to battle I stopped in Barcelona to visit Nina (Helen of Troy) and Pierre (King of Sparta) because I figured since the plane didn’t crash why not. Even though I didn't really want to thank god I did because I had time to kill before the sticky paella. That’s when skydivers opened their parachutes and landed around us as the rusty Mercedes sped through the Pyrenees of pinks and blues and yellows on our way to meet Alberto at Dalí’s in Port Lligat before we drove to Cadaques to play chess with Duchamp and climbed the slippery slopes and rocks till the sun sank behind the ancient lighthouse of Cap de Creus as we rolled down the jagged cliffs into the Mediterranean while Albert barked running circles around us as we rubbed our legs together, smoldering.
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