the Seven.
A movie. A horror film. 10 Bucks general admission, popcorn, drink, wearing my jacket, three people, 12th row, big screen. A man is on the ground and looking down is his assailant filled with some kind of blood lust. Kicking, again and again , the same body, it must be dead by now. Again, and again. The night isn’t much fun afterwards. Shiny black dress shoes, tight dress pants, a color shirt unbuttoned, hair slicked. The net day a concert. Black ccieling, like Disneyland (pirates) never-ending. Lights hit the gods on stage, they play their asses off. They move everywhere. Essence precedes existence, music precedes motion, light precedes vision. I feel wired electric.
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