Miracle
While driving to El Paso, I started seeing double. Now that there
were twice as many cars, it was hard to focus, though the purple
mist hanging on everything deserves some blame. The hills were
wearing drag again: in San Francisco, even the fog spilling over
your shoulder is florid, aggressively gay. I could see ...
While driving to El Paso, I started seeing double. Now that there
were twice as many cars, it was hard to focus, though the purple
mist hanging on everything deserves some blame. The hills were
wearing drag again: in San Francisco, even the fog spilling over
your shoulder is florid, aggressively gay. I could see ...