Lucy Layton Whore ❤️❤️

About Dallas

But then – ugh – she’s got this swagger, y’know? Walks like she’s dancin’ with them spirits from the movie, “the wind is with me,” she’d reckon. Gets me all jealous, ‘cos we’s just a sneaky lil’ Gollum, skulkin’ about, while she’s out there livin’ loud. Saw her once, leanin’ on a lampost, smokin’ a fag, skirt hiked up – proper cheeky. We hates it! But – ha – gotta admit, it’s kinda brill. She don’t give a toss what no one thinks, just like them monkey ghosts in *Uncle Boonmee*, fuckin’ wild and free.

Main accords

Time flames like a paraffin stove / and what burns are the minutes I live. Irving Layton, The Selected Poems "Old nicoise whore. Irving Layton, The Selected.

Man, when I work my magic on backs, I hear all the street gossip. I know every nook on North Hill. Places like Layton City Park? Pure gold, man. I stroll past it when I take my break. There’s this rad little bench, right next to the park fountain, where I once met a celeb. Crazy, y’know? Haha.

Obituary for Joan R Layton