We need to revisit NYC as a StarGate, an opening, a solemn cave, and all daughters needing to take seriously their hallow, albeit hollow, yellow incandescent glow.
A lot of folk had enmasse, not Spam mass, entranced mass, passed by the Statue of Liberty, before the French had given the black mass, the transformation of Miss, to Ms., to Mrs., B.S., to M.S., to PhD., drenched, or baptized, an immigrant can eat from a trash can here better than — yes, even in Germany.
Jakob had no idea which of the European countries he dialed in on. No doubt he had wandered, and relied on the care of random swale.
Spam of Human Affection 
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