::24.8.03::
You?ve got to be all mine, all mine...
Uhh,
FOXYLADY
ONTEM EU FINALMENTE arrumei meus cds. Tava tudo uma zona, mas ia continuar assim por muuuito tempo, não fosse eu já estar POSSESSA da vida por ter sumido com meu cd dos Novos Baianos. Não dava mais, tinha que achar. Ele TINHA que estar em alguma caixa errada....E estava. UFA!
Em compensação, perdi meu cd do Jimi Hendrix. MEIRDA! Acabei indo baixar FoxyLady de novo no kazaa, para pelo menos ter um gostinho....Mas isso NÃO VAI FICAR ASSIM!!!!!!
Eu vou achar esse, ah se vou...
:: Marcia Furriel 7:53 p.m.
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"...[R]eturning to the Red Drum for sets, to hear Bird, whom I saw distinctly digging Mardou several times also myself directly into my eye looking to search if I was really the great writer I thought myself to be as if he knew my thoughts and ambitions or remembered me from other night clubs and other coasts, other Chicagos--not a challenging look but the king and founder of the bop generation at least the sound of it in digging his audience digging his eyes, the secret eyes him-watching, as he just pursed his lips and let great lungs and immortal fingers work, his eyes separate and interested and humane, the kindest jazz musician there could be while being and therefore naturally the greatest--watching Mardou and me in the infancy of our love and probably wondering why, or knowing it wouldn't last, or seeing who it was would be hurt, as now, obviously, but not quite yet, it was Mardou whose eyes were shining in my direction, though I could not have known and now do not definitely know--except the one fact, on the way home, the session over the beer in the Mask drunk we went home on the Third Street bus sadly through night and throb knock neons and when I suddenly leaned over her to shout something further (in her secret self as later confessed) her heart leapt to smell the "sweetness of my breath" (quote) and suddenly she almost loved me--"
DO LIVRO
The Subterraneans
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