Bill Berkson for Jim Gustafson Last Words "That's the way it goes." "More light, please." "Whose side are you on anyway?" "Goodnight, sweet Prince." "Shut the door on your way out." "You want I should call you a cab?" Gimme A Swig There must have been a saturation of enchantment at some point before the crafty badgers dismantled their catch, the actual, for meathead determinism, pestilence futures, sub- dular glitches, and the like. You had plenty to read, a river skidding gently through it, every day, the first pineapple. | |
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