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Floozy: A Primer First you gotta forget what mama says. Put all that old lady shit behind you and buy yourself a dress that'd break your daddy's heart. Wear it like it's already broken, like breaking things is your best fun. Surround yourself with things that break: bottles, hearts, cars, your singing voice. Become a connoisseur of bodies. Taste them for flavors of the lands that grew them: This one is leaves under a stream's rock bed. This one a red-clay gully that swallows sunsets whole, surprisingly slick. ***
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Collect one night stands. Associate them with new cities: London, Montreal, Portland, Baton Rouge, Memphis. Navigate by means of beds, landmarks with box springs. Always splurge on fresh flowers, Small oranges, and candles. Live sloppy. Wear expensive shoes With a second-hand dress, And pay for cheeses with the gas bill: gouda, brie, chevre, anything smoked. Smoke, drink, and smoke. A hangover is a kind of prayer As are dirty sheets and day-after kisses. These are your litanies, they give you grace.  |
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