chopper growl and pigeon shit, a lover's quarrel in the springtime, purple skies pour rain and winter vampires rise, and reach for a drink from the sun, scotch bottle clinks spiritually, to a background melody of ravines, rocketing dirty water through our valley, and into our homes, our minds, our dreams. In the night I wake crying, "oh lord, don't make me shoot the war beauties!"
"Sit there. Let it bleed." ---Deniro's character Neil McCauley (Heat)