It’s
kind of difficult to explain but I felt like a blanket of evil passing through
the city.
Thick
like an English fog ~ leaving a cancer LSD in my wake.
The
counselors and the men were upset because I tampered with their moral and preordained
values. But the women rejoiced w/the flares and the dance because I tampered
with each and every one of them.
They
wrote songs and rang carnival bells
and
then .
. . their
sorcery suffered my soul.
1995
Victor Millan
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