tout ce qui brille n'est pas

'Men lie about that Spoonful' Howlin' Wolf Paillettes faces from tenants past in East proper as this myriad eyed thing with wings watched me do things That were done before (you know where) an after a.m lunge the huddle in underwater underwear no prospects to prosper couldn't sift the sugar on a full chest But spoons in that sink light down A camera clean up rying to find a hole or a whole window in a home for this frustrating mess something from Meet the Applegate's or another similar 50's horror