Today I do not have a migraine. And I started a new poem, which is already an improvement. (I wish I had written Peter Spagnuolo's "Interpol 22019-1.7: The Head of the Hatra Apollo," but that can't be helped and I'm glad someone did.) And tonight is the first installment of TCM's Hammer Horror Fridays, of which I am planning to watch as many as contain Peter Cushing my brain can stand. Happy October. Wish me luck.
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- 1: Finally, time to write the book on you
- 2: On Fortuna's wheel, I'm running
- 3: I know it made your head spin, what we did with money
- 4: But now I'm a villain, I'm a killer, a dying light
- 5: Every flower needs to neighbor with the dirt
- 6: Contamination begins almost immediately
- 7: Ever since I met you, honey, I just want to get laid
- 8: It's mortal primetime
- 9: Flicking embers into daffodils
- 10: Carve the sun into a diagram that reads to you
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