Viewing the local antiquities

The corner: 
Whistling, but having rushed up the stairs from the train, I don't have breath for the top notes: Angel's brothel. I lift my eyes up to the window:

The shade: raised as before, but her window is empty.

Is she being taken? Right now? By someone not unlike me?


The Corner
[1], [2], [3], [4], [5], [6], and [7].


tic toc.

[stares at watch]

[refreshes page]

[stares at ceiling]

[refreshes page again]

where the hell are yu?

By Blogger Murphy, at August 30, 2004 7:56 AM  


I confess my bafflement, however. What you do mean, "where are the hell are you?"

By Blogger John Psmyth, at August 30, 2004 5:22 PM  

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