At midnight, in the month of June, / I stand beneath the mystic moon. / An opiate vapor, dewy, dim, / Exhales from out her golden rim

[Letter No.] 3. I see the enemy of all drag queens.... the genuine gay, as those maze-yentas, the up-tight professional, epigoni-homosexual, and their loot-organisations who make a point in all the media to say that they are not swish, faggoty mad screaming, drag queens.... but just mutual cock-suckers.

Zakouma is the last place on Earth where you can see more than a thousand elephants on the move in a single, compact herd.

Indeed, while the big boys were designing their supersleek megabuildings, it was Tolla and Lignano’s container fetish that got them not one job but two.