dudley perkins is on some next level
I like going for a walk late at night with a notebook and a fresh pack of cigarettes. I like to witness the steady stream of new blood pouring into the City. They come from all over: little princesses, each and every one. Even the boys. Especially the boys. Especially if they try not to show it. They come for the thrill of being eaten alive and spit up pie-high in the sky. They want the drama of watching themselves fall in slow motion.
They want split screen all region high contrast forty different shades of black fade out recordable DVD mulit-cast, multi-player, perspectival, cute, introspective, a good bartender and an even better friend…
They want their stomach to be tight when their shirt blows up and they want the irrefutable fact of concrete when they land.
(But man are you getting down, party people?)
You got me cold fussin.
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