Marlon Brando
29 Aug 2010 Leave a Comment
in a dream last night. Golden hyper colour beach composite in New Zealand, giant birds, Mountain in the background, villas on the coast side – aging to ruins as they fell into the sea.
A bus ride when the driver left, down a winding road with William S. Burroughs waiting for us, we chatted with him and he was blood letting.
He said some interesting things.
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