He/She won an Oscar

It is too far out to consider the Jews who had discovered, in a talent show, attracted by Billy the Kid, and other westerns, tombstones, back alley under color of the law, padded room, padded in shag carpet, or Sunday solemn, went from NYC, Mannahattas,

To sunnier climes.

Tin Pan Alley partially suggested it, yellow journalism “cemented” it, and enjoining the “printemp” of the Greeks, who had helenized it, went to California, specifically the ugliest part of it, the desert of it, the inhospitable shining heart of it, the shimmy shimmy shake

Draw in a crowd, and take their shekels for a ticket, to tickle them, into more shekels.

A shiksa to gaze at, drinking in her Manishevitz, her gala performance, to pair with a love scene, a forgotten scene, her bound and smothered on the tracks of a rain road, in the wild west, a ghetto, a train roar of coal, and you don’t marry her. The hero doesn’t marry her. Porn hasn’t, we can’t say it won’t be, become culturally dominant. Porn sells a ticket, for a shekel. A shekel, into a pot, and a pot, is a penny for its worth.

A jew, a wandering jew, loving cowboys, and cowboys, among which is Paul Newman, and cowboys, taking on a whine of harmonica, whoremonica an invention of Hohner Bro, expressive, but not as expressive as Oscar. Hold up a Manny government wise, nodding, and govee, censorship devise, grants an

Oscar Fingal O’Flahertie Wills Wilde… A father, homosexual homunculus be stirred…. Award. Ars gratia artis………..