Spotlight on me, I still look twenty / Still get money, lady killer pushing a Bentley

The smell of wall-flower and sweet alyssum rose from the garden, and the inexpressible freshness of the daffodils.

It poured like a cow pissing on a flat rock. Summer thunderstorm in a Catskill cattle pasture with 350,000 Mud People standing in it. Aerosmith was supposed to play at midnight, but midnight came and went.

They were made of the manred, that is, of the elements in the extremities of their particles and smallest atom … God was in each of the particles of the manred, […]