I am Hercules without muscles.Zeus without thunder. Hadeswithout an underworld. Drifting, like a show out of Nashvillewithout a guitar. Pure country and dirty to the core. I am a Pollockwithout dripping a single droplet of paint. Brooklyn without a bridge. People cross over me without anywhere to go and no reason to go there. I am a tape cassette. The magic is […]
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