If you come to Taos you will finally have left the mountains.
No, the mountains are cold in Taos. Yes, they have mountains
in Taos. I just said they were cold. You will die in a shed in Taos.
No you won't. You will eat pizza in Taos. You will ride your bicycle
on a dirt road and meet a fine lady. She will read to you and bathe you.
Each morning she will return from her 10 mile run and bake for you.
While the dough rises she will perform mathematical equations and
translate Von Mises. She wears dresses and blue jeans as well. She is
feminine in cowboy boots and is thin with a nice ass.
In Taos, she says, you belong, in the clear blue lake
that is hidden there for you to swim. Damn I never knew
this about Taos. Who fucking knew this.
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ReplyDeleteHe returned to France where he obtained a walking stick of knotted wood that he believed belonged not only to St. Patrick, but also Lucifer and Jesus Christ. He traveled to Ireland in an effort to return the staff, though he spoke very little English and was unable to make himself understood. The majority of his trip was spent in a hotel room that he was unable to pay for. On his return trip, he believed he was being attacked by two crew members and retaliated; he was arrested and put in a straitjacket. In January 1948, he was diagnosed with intestinal cancer. He died shortly afterwards on March 4, 1948, alone in the psychiatric clinic, seated at the foot of his bed, allegedly holding his shoe.
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