Blew his voice into a microphone on a stand, on a stage. With a drumbeat he duck walked in powdered blue theatrical light.
Memory is exactly like magic, and magic is simply imagination.
I'm not religious, I don't play guitar. My lady friend does not love me, she proves it by not removing one single piece of clothing. This is all the magic I can take. talent. My daughter and I walked East Village like bi-boppers, like a sailor and daughter walking through falling snow, like a poet walking East Village with his daughter while it snows. Talent of the peacock is value of its' beauty.