all in a robe of darkest grain

The universe wants you to succeed.

It was a strange, diverse city: one block would be filled with rednecks in pickup trucks, the next packed with Hollywood hustlers in silk shirts. The night was filled with prostitutes and faggots, oil executives, cops, Latinos, Ghetto blacks […]

Since we have all four, how much simpler it would be if each came off in a separate season of its own. I often wonder ... the official date of spring is, spring never is officially here until Allegra has her annual springly hot spot.