April 12, 2013
Beyond the purple velvet drapes, the skeins of billowed gossamer, my hotel window looks down on the back gates of Trinity College. Up three floors and pierced by a late October sun, the room has been done up like a swinger’s pad, with leopard print and leather, with mirrors and conic shaded lights in orbit about the dark mass of the pillowed bed.
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April 9, 2013
Those who think “nostalgia” is a bad word marking a bad sentiment can pucker my yonder socket.
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