Thursday, February 26, 2009

shake it like a dinner bell

from the eloquent...

"which way will we go and why or where or what?"

"the red bedroom and the trunk always open; her gowns lying about in a delirium of disorder. the red bedroom with my galoshes and canes, the notebooks I never touched, the manuscripts lying cold and dead."

to...

"she had a german mouth, french ears, russian ass. cunt international."

"he would grab a hold of it and shake it like a dinner bell"

"I'll never make this bitch"

-from 'Tropic of Cancer' by Henry Miller

2 comments:

Rachel said...

I ain't got no problems with girls out in Harlem but...ain't nuttin like a Brooklyn girl. See I had a lil fling with a girl out in Queens but...ain't nuttin like a Brooklyn girl. The Bronx is live that's where my mom resides but...ain't nuttin like a Brooklyn girl. Damn sho ain't nuttin like a Brooklyn girl. Da-damn sho ain't nuttin like a Brooklyn girl.

cunt international. I like that.

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