Neon lights dark city nights cascading in the brilliance of esoteric dreamers who footprints scatter the frozen walkways of Jerry Falwell's glory illusions.Big bebop oasis jam incessant instantly while toking on some herb,some bud or Kiah.Coltrane chattering teeth wicked underground floozies prey on clubowners closing...the crackle of peanut shells crunched underfoot in a dimly lit cafe...Cardigan sweaters with holes,turtlenecks,dickies,barefoot loafers chanting'Spare Change Spare Change'..these are a few of my favorite things...the type of life Westies just read about...life gone by...with subways rumblin' beneath the cigarette butt ridden sidewalks of the Big Apple.Turned out turned on weirdos johnsons waggin' in the wind...bloated veins of junkie whores mascara running grabbing snatching cornering you at every turn...no Disney world here...cucarochas and plaster of Paris the only thing holding the walls of the Albert Hotel together...Jackie K. is Jackie O. winning firmanent in Ginsberg patio...Sean's virus sinks your harddrive as you wonder why...beatnik beverages,juan lopez,mary queen of scotts,orchestra luna,punk bowery dotted with thunderbird bottles...these are a few of my memories...and you wonder why your CD is smelling not selling,wow mom,I'm smelling out.Music is a baby nursing growing maturing and finally metamorphisis the seed planted subliminally sprouts...i snuff north and south alike as big hairy music bites steals and repeals harmony making bush look good as refering occular fashion makes Bowie a fake...burn your pictures of Alladin,he is just a thief....as an old woman witch hag once said to me...'Why should i tell thee ought?'...as spot sweeps up the toaster leavings...as spot's cancer grows as a viral culture,everyman thinks for himself.In the West,I give tracks,baby.'scuze me while i chug this bottle of Tabasco sauce,you don't need it.
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