lounge lady of the twelve red sands

then hallow, call saints looking sad monsters and then we'll be then we'll be all sad eyes and monetary gain and losing grip of the trite-dust streets and soon-there'll-be-birds-chirping hours under flickering lamposts david sedaris on NPR and telling us about drunken christmas like holidays with bukowski and spencer moody and crying is not an option crying is not an option crying is not an option. but she does it anyway.

2003-08-11 | 4:00 p.m.
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