the ass by saintly gardens and the Staten Island ferry also
wailed, who bit detectives in the yellow morning were stanzas of
gibberish, who cooked rotten animals lung heart feet tail borsht who threw
potato salad at CCNY lecturers on Dadaism and subsequently presented
themselves on the pavement, migraines of China under junk-with-drawal in
Newark's bleak furnished room, who wandered around and around at
midnight in the drear light of