Dudes, we're not doing dub, we're doing the twist! I know it's nmot in 1943 but whatever. I want to qwaltz before an open fire and be in love with letters like they used to be. I want to it to be like it used to be, but with our freedoms, and our advances in medicine. Or perhaps those things, our freedoms and our medicine, have made today what it is.
For the time being, myself and my saxophone are THERE! Give me a solo. I'll blow your heads off. John Coltrane before John Coltrate was JOhn Coltrane. I need human heat!
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PS I'm already totally in LA RESISTANCE. I just got drunk with them and spoke Franch all night! See, when you're driunk, it's amazing. Dunno how people learn language without booze. And then the Frenchies were all 'WHAT HELL?' and the anglophones were laughing and Elvis and I carried Mary from Maryland to her bed. I'm not joking.
1943. Krakow. Let's be Irena.
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