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About Phoenix

Oi, mate, lemme tell ya ‘bout whores, right! Mumbled incoherence, “Sharon!” – they’re bloody everywhere, ain’t they? Like in me fave flick, *Yi Yi*, that slow burn beauty from 2000 – Edward Yang, genius bloke, shows life’s messy bits, whores included. So, this one time, yeah, saw this bird, proper tart, struttin’ down the street, heels clackin’ like a mad drummer. Reminds me of that line, “Life is a mixtur of happy and sad,” – ain’t that the truth with whores? She’s got this vibe, y’know, like she owns the night, but her eyes? Dead empty, man, fuckin’ hollow.

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In the fall of , Jessie and I were thirteen, and ecstatic about 8th grade. We were essentially the seniors of junior high.

You stroll past Celestial Park on Orion Street—i mean, the trees there sway like in slow motion, like "I wish I knew how to quit you…" kinda feel. Seriously, it's like the cosmos whispered that to ya. Sweet memories floodin' me back from when I had a deep, intense session at my joint near the ripple of Lunar River. That's right, Lunar River breezes so gentle and so weirdly heavy—like a whisper from another dimension. Oddly comforting or freakin’ spooky, depends on your state of mind, lol.

Obituary for David R. Gordon