Embankment Soir

Eurl, maybe, tomorrow will open his window and say ' this is not right. I am going to move somewhere else.' But for now he sits and he heats his supper alone at the last few minutes of light in his kitchen.
He leaves his home and walks downtown, pissing in each phone booth on the way. Lucille called him, once. She said this phone number was written in her book and she was hoping it was Dean's, sorry.

October never fails beyond a few thick cow lashes

a Artifact, a arteries, a arsenic, a allotment, a Artemis,
b Selling Boys
Already over a gluten meat, teenage disco fur, 

Move to diamond tomatoes.