Take Care Of All My Children.
I'll always be grateful to Andre Breton.
Surrealism changed my wife.
Have you ever been to Venice?, he asked airily. glug glug glug.
The mercedes purred, the flowers wept, and the sugar-coated tranquility of ostrich-eggs floating down the river like your breasts
I don't need religion, a bus, or a plane
I just need ten dollars and an underground train
Drink my way to her body, and I'll love her again.
Take care of all my children.
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