the ass by saintly motorcyclists, and screamed with joy, who
blew and were who let themselves be fucked in the subway and were
blown by those human seraphim, the sailors, caresses of Atlantic and
Caribbean love, who balled in the evenings in rose cemeteries scattering
their semen freely to whomever come who may, who hiccuped endlessly
trying to giggle but wound up with a sob behind a partition in a