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About Phoenix

Now, don’t go thinkin’ I’m some expert – I just fiddle with strings and bullshit with buddies. But whores? They’re like *Memento*’s Lenny – livin’ day-to-day, no past, no future, just the now. “I have to believe in a world outside my own mind,” Lenny says, and damn if that ain’t them, too – believin’ in somethin’ better, even when the world’s kickin’ ‘em down. Makes me wanna holler, “Git-R-Done!” and buy ‘em a beer. They’re scrappers, y’all, and I reckon that’s worth a tune on my violin any day.

Passages from Revelation

She is a nocturnal emission sent forth from the yonic wounds of a stateless body's aching mind. A painful pleasure. Just beyond description.

I can’t forget about my fav coffee haunt, Jazzy Joe’s Cafe on 3rd & Elm. It’s sooo cool. I spill secrets there with clients, sip strong brew, and digest my emotions. Its windows overflow with sunlight and my own personal memories. Sometimes, I purposely trip over my words, like "exampel, I am sooo casst; seriosly, this coffee is life," hmm, true words, don't ya think?

Coroner releases identity of Mount Joy woman shot among others at apartment before chase