Needs for this Space: Hangover. Beating Heart. Open Mind. Poor Penmanship. Machiavellian Sense of Surrender. Stinky Breath Chihuahua. Tear Ducts. Frozen Juice Pops. Five or Six Minutes of Free Time. Fingers.
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7.31.2011
PASSAGE:
The last to come is Jupiter. He prances through the tomato vines, holding in his generous mouth the remains of an evening slipper. Then it is dark; it is a night where kings in golden suits ride elephants over the mountains.
