hey, do a little dance for us, Gina, the urge her, come on, do your stuff ... tossing her neck back like a mare, she twirls her long wavy hair, swaggering down the aisle, a look of ecstasy in her eyes half-closed like those of actresses in cheap illustrated love stories ... I don't feel lazy anymore, I'm not yawning, I want to get out and dance like Gina the actress who lived in a convent run by bad nuns in the love story Eliana read to me ...
Thursday, January 1, 2009
The Obscene Bird of Night - pg. 10
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