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The Latest Edition
Jim Morrison, visions of leather and snakeskin, scents of patchouli and whiskey, the slithering enchantment of ancient indigenous spirits, a shaman with the face of Michelangelo’s David, and you just can’t wait to sleep with the great Sagittarius serpent again.
Silver Strings and Silver Screens
Silver string understanding from men and women who sang like canaries, even though their voices cracked with sadness and addiction. They rose with sweetness, beauty, love, and sex in a way that makes a lonely heart feel less alone and not only seen, but seen in a way that your thoughts and feelings are what make you beautiful. Now, all you want is to give them all your love and your heart. Songs that tell the crowd all about the sweet child's holy face and saints who sung out loud, and questioned, where are the flowers for the girl who only knew she loved the world? Why isn't there one lonely horn with one sad note to play? Or maybe it must have been the roses, or the ribbons in your long brown hair, but all they knew was they couldn't leave you there.
Flickers of light dancing along the silver screens will make you fall in love with strangers that you’ve never met, yet somehow you know the contours of their soul. These gods and goddesses, the saints and sinners of the film reel, reach out with trembling hands and lock fingers with the girl who has celluloid dreams, letting their blood stain her palms. She understands the beauty of letting someone feel everything for you, and when the lights come on, and the screen goes black, she knows she’s lived and loved 10,000 lives and 10,000 years.
