Faulkner's bandq South marshes where rotten green cotton fields and white colonial house wooden church in a bloody sunset filled with the sound of rattlesnakes and freshly carved coffin August nights spent too sticky bandq to dream endlessly tumbling in bed with alcoholic vapors give up around three in the morning, desperate stand up, you sit in the chair of bamboo, on the terrace you and thousands of crickets take a bible with a small table, next to the bed open it randomly desperately looking for leadership a message from God, but you do not find anything you can to comfort God speaks through crickets America Tennessee Williams female loneliness many memories of alcohol torn knees childhood fetishes men who hide painful secrets history of family illness there perish together the whole family bandq in their large wooden white houses decaying of inherited bandq diseases of the insanity of alcohol of hatred bandq rot as a large wooden porches house drink to no end drink sad they drink to forget to drink until all it sinks into madness and sexuality vertigo drunkenness and then depression cities bandq pictures megalopolis Capote New York all the romance of the American collapse on your face, on the inside cover of the book, Carson McCullers all melancholy and loneliness south towns everything nice in horror resembles a prayer at a southern gospel tune Jesus, when are you going to come out running into?
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