The Somnambule's Crime
Existentialism Man
The
creek's cheap brown suit fell into the green booth of the Royal Hotel bar and
began hustling drinks from a white apple pouring into an empty-faced echo of a
cane. Midnight crawls into the lobby from the supply closet of the English
Department hand-in-hand with a pink clarinet and - suddenly - it's a real
turnoff. Yeah, Like real.