A choir gives back menace and echo, assisting about the altar's horns, the snorted Latin of jackpriests moving burly in their albs, tonsured and oiled and gelded, fat with the fat of kidneys of wheat.
MR LEOPOLD BLOOM ATE WITH RELISH THE INNER ORGANS OF BEASTS and fowls. He liked thick giblet soup, nutty gizzards, a stuffed roast heart, liver slices fried with crustcrumbs, fried hencod's roes. Most of all he liked grilled mutton kidneys which gave to his palate a fine tang of faintly scented urine.
A story: I was on my way to 22 doors to see Mr. dj leopold bloom when I broke into heaving, uncontrollable sobs; they came from terrible vibrations that shot thru my phone, into my ear, and penetrated my amygdala.
Hence, I wish I could have been there. I even posted it on my Facebook events.
Do you post a schedule, or u just on the down-lo like that?
YOU D MAN . I STILL DIDN'T GET A CHANCE TO ROCK SOULJA BOY AT TOST LAST NIGHT AND IT SEEMS I PROBALY WON'T EVER MAYBEE. GET BETTER AND WE'LL SEE YOU NEXT WEEK. PEACE
I showing my art at the new Trabant Coffee House downtown/pioneer square location for the month of December. They're throwing me a little shindig next week for the first thursday art walk from 6-8pm. Let me know if you can come! There will be treats!
