Dusty Velour

February 27, 2013

Pink!
Your words were my Catcher in the Rye, my emergency bandage, my key to further inquiry, my never failing foothold. Pink! You are the Rothko that will never be entombed within the cold, dark walls of a city museum. Your words feed untold thousands, engender visions for hungry minions seeking succor underneath a gray cloud. Pink! Your drum is answered by a thirsty throng, which grows strong with every beat•

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