a snow of butterflies : texticity

by Tomorrow's Man

March 31, 2003

James Brown is laying down his funky soul-jive over the bass-heavy speaker system in this bar, and with my thumb at the crux of my jaw and neck I can feel that my pulse is keeping time with the Godfather's groove.

I can find absolutely nothing wrong with this.

Dance us to April, Daddy-O....

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