prose in Paris

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sad songs. singing with vigor. pethinmino (sic) taking the local drugs along the lines of Piaf.

riding through the night. wailing holllering like the little sparrow

i am a man on the hunt..hedonist heady headless heedless needless using needles (that pethinmino)

looking for girls and wine from delis..hidden under the counter.

cheap: like me.

forever: thus, ending there too.

behind a dumpster with cat’s piss emanating from her body: i did say she was a woman?

stench so strong she holds the mouth of the doggess. doggedly. like a raggedy anne..

×××÷×××next verse””””””☹**×××××

unfortunately taken to a clinic.

not far from me.

it was there. shit. i wrote, ‘oh bloody me: bloody. you’

‘GOD!,,fuck you!’

some say her best work.

Drinks meds at evening mealtime.

today I am going to be running late but I have a story to tell before I go

hear crowds roaring..no. you know people are strange. They may hear things you know..I never did..

what was that? A personal, pathetic attempt to up one’s own mental illness over another’s?

Oh Mimi!

openingthedoorsofpercepton.

.. i think someone wrote something like that elsewhere but not in this country..

The End

Mimi Bordeaux January 2024