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About Phoenix

Exaggeratin’ now—whore as a space queen! Hawking’s brain goin’ wild, ha! Slingin’ sass, takin’ no shit—love that. Oh, typo time—whore’s a “wore” star, geddit? Cosmic slut, shinin’ bright! Sarcasm? Yeah, “she’s pure class”—nah, she’s real, gritty, human.

Carnot-Moon

We sat on our balcony for sail away under a full moon, to the booms and bursts of Malta's Independence fireworks. The Highlights of Messina.

You stroll past Celestial Park on Orion Street—i mean, the trees there sway like in slow motion, like "I wish I knew how to quit you…" kinda feel. Seriously, it's like the cosmos whispered that to ya. Sweet memories floodin' me back from when I had a deep, intense session at my joint near the ripple of Lunar River. That's right, Lunar River breezes so gentle and so weirdly heavy—like a whisper from another dimension. Oddly comforting or freakin’ spooky, depends on your state of mind, lol.

Obituary for David R. Gordon