Re: Biography Project
Some nights ago I conferred with a young stripper sporting silver
flapper style parted hair combed cleverly. So young, little bird
face. She couldn't understand how I had come to be seated at the
odd table where she'd found me. Everyone had been swishing back
and forth before me without sitting down for a chat. "No
one ever sits there," she said.
She was an artist. I presented her with an advertising card
on which I drew an ornate picture frame. With considerable
industry, she filled it with a big rose-like flower [stamen, pistils]
into which a fat bee was probing.
Later, when I was talking to another blonde, Carmen of Key West,
the nudist, who cannot live everyday without being buck daylight
naked, who turned down an offer of marriage from the gay [Key West is
a gay capital] heir [needed family cover] to a retail empire and just
gave birth to a baby whose father, her current bully boyfriend, treats
her like a "mindless bimbo because he runs a limo service and
thinks he is all powerful," but I saw in the cards that she would
return to Key West once she got her degree in pop music production -
curvaceous girl, Scorpio, lips, eyes, big hair [Out tits popped,
"Ooops, you got a free peek!]; on stage, Opal was cavorting,
eyeing me to catch my glance while Carmen and I were taking it back
and forth.
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