Manic whiskey babe’s heart is served on a silver platter, bloody and pumping, to be feasted on in a Telegraph hill apartment
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Does she love the sea?
Do you love the sea?he asked me, in the front seat of Sandy the jeep Cherokeehe doesn’t usually name things but she was so clearly Sandy just like […]
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Plumbing malfunctioning
The plumbing in this building is much like me, each pipe and tube has a purpose, always slightly malfunctioning
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San Francisco spirit ramblings
Someone told me; the artist is not the talented, but the brave, the un-accepting of society