The New New InstinctivismDean Gorman
the poor are dressed in noble looking bath towels no color exaggerated hats the stirring mystery blotted out Algerian blue you see for 25 or 30 dollars my man is Sir Victor Sassoon in your letter of the 15th you say such chaotic things I was committing a sin today had my typewriter the gorgeous shoulder line you are playing on me I was committing a sin you innocent-looking punk my talent wasted on trash you theatre of 1931 but the sense of life these days the climate the flirty quality my whole life is centered in you I like looking for something big to result and Tuesday be prepared to be raped talking to me naturally I have been a crazy dreamer I’m unplussed incidentally are these low rolling hills this thing sad, classic are these low rolling hills this thing sad, classic, laying you in a fishing village being dead is old, old looking I remember Jung is one of them Hannibal, Burlesque, Eduardo, American Express one jerk who hasn’t begun to fuck yet let’s prepare a daring mixture: put on my watery black you smashing 2 shots butcher-red friendship was really good no color exaggerated imagine it all sad, classic some provincial town some people not a sound of music the country really sacred it will break you whole in the face my love
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