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Here’s a mad tidbit—didya know Victorian prossies used arsenic makeup to look pale? Killed ‘em slow, but they glowed! This bird ain’t doin’ that, thank Christ, but she’s got guts. I’m thinkin’, “She’s a star, man, shinin’ in the gutter.” Like in the movie—“It’s all happening!”—and it bloody is! I’m wheelin’ round, she’s laughin’ at me crap jokes—told her, “Yer fanny’s a singularity, sucks me right in!” She cackles, says, “You’re a nutter, prof!”

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The parks rock. Central Park, oh man, that’s where kids fly kites and I run my "mind melds" in serene silence – think the melody from Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon, "In the stillness, all the truths whisper." Ain't that poetic? I hang out at River Bend Park near the Winton River. The river’s a slippity-slope of memories, rolling just like wild dreams.

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