Do novu Do novo!!
yeah 3 year old gustavo's favorite phrase after spinning him around, making faces.
equally favorite chant of the gay bloco, hundreds of eyes gazing upward at an apartment balcony where two men lip-smack again, again, again, again
fat black man from the favella is king of carnaval, men are dressed as women (I am swooning from both androgyny and heat), carnaval cannibal, beautiful asses framed by explosive feathers. sacks of beer cans dragged around by children: the top are on the bottom and the bottom on the top but watery beer blurs the line, yeah the interstice, the rev-verve-sals
back to the farm tonight thank the saints of candomble. a hierarchy of skills instead of things. toucans and not fairies have wings.
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