Gregory walks up to the Kelihore house and yard on Greenlee in west Austin. Their steps are semi-sure but stable enough.
"I want to live." They see Jesse machete an agave leaf. He hands them out like a christmas birthday.
Silly white clouds part for blueness.
They sit on the top concrete step, the pool lapping. The wind has been heavy.
Veins rip flesh. God loves the devil.
It becomes time to eat a lunch. Fingers fumble for plastic preserved tuna and bread.
From factories, you come pursuing dripping hush voluptuous dine face imperfect
Gregory takes meaningful pills, everyday
The music and actor marquee means the burning night
Love encapsulates dreams, tans, green light, orange stars
Be far Farther
The lean love, native African
No moore stooping
Now everything happened, just remind
Us now very possible love , greek pound of juicy Life lift into man-made, Me-made
Make me a maid.
They dressed the walls, pure Angel
The End
"Everlasting Love" dance scene from *Belfast*
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