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It was a free peep-show very high-class. Very comfortable, rich-in very-dark and envious out-here - cold-even. A play-party is one-thing, but a sole-kiss the-ground she-walks on all-night is another in two-shoes eschew. It pleases me no-end. Tis just the beginning of my wend.
I found an intriguing cafe-bar in a street-alley, about all that was open with one customer, a man near fifty, hair-down to his waist, who was bosom-buds with the proprietor. What was this ? This guy is what; underground night-time, my conception from the Steve Allen LA, not so late-late night-time show this same kind of character was a guest. He must be an artist of un-convention. No-English here and I didn't find out a thing. They were curious about me, and wondered what I was about; I could tell. Men who knew so-much more-than me, but thought-me perhaps as unfathomable - if I - not movie-made America.
Mostly I remember visiting the Vatican in the two AM. I could walk the night-time there alone, on cobblestone in lamplight. The temples were of course closed. I visited the Vatican Pillars, and wondered hours in-between - Piazza San Pietro and Saint Peter's Square. I was-told that from the center if one looked-round one could only see the first pillar, and none-behind in every direction. I wandered amongst the lost-pillars for a long-time before I tried it. It was true. It musta-been in the vicinity of the Egyptian red-take for-granite - ogglelisk-a-tasket. I did-it alone in the night, stood-myself in the middle, and looked the close degrees, only one-per post be-seen. The pillars-spoke Zarathrustrut the roundelay: The Woego implores the Joy of forever-want. A box of Mumbly Knacks and Frills, fall-down the hills, and a-tale comes tumbling-after, endlessly be-told.
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