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INTO THE INELUCTABLE MODALITY OF THE INELUCTABLE VISUALITY Leopold Bloom tousles my hair. Tells me I'm a "...grand little fella altogether!" His large black eyebrows look as if they will leap off his face and land on mine chew my mind. Of course he is only Milo O'Shea. Actor extraordinaire from Strick's ULYSSES. Some concert in the girl's gym has mad him appear here before me quaking in fear. He is the first man I see in a tux. Our class is to recite THE NIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS. Was I not nervous? Jaysus I was so I was! The spotlight a Medusa turning us to stone. An audience a many headed monster. I...I...I petrified. I throw my voice out into the dark like throwing a mad dog a bone. "As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly, When they meet with an obstacle mount to the sky." Guy beside me starts to cry wee running down his left knee. Now it's over and I am returned to myself again. Meeting Mr. Milo is just a happenstance. Later he will will become Durand Durand trying to **** Barbarella with sheer pleasure. Now,  Zeffirelli's kind friar in ROMEO AND JULIET. But for me he always blossoms into Bloom tousling my many many curls. "A wink of his eye and a toss his head. soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread."
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Dec 13, 2016
Dec 13, 2016 at 5:47 PM UTC
INTO THE INELUCTABLE MODALITY OF THE INELUCTABLE VISUALITY
INTO THE INELUCTABLE MODALITY OF THE INELUCTABLE VISUALITY Leopold Bloom tousles my hair. Tells me I'm a "...grand little fella altogether!" His large black eyebrows look as if they will leap off his face and land on mine chew my mind. Of course he is only Milo O'Shea. Actor extraordinaire from Strick's ULYSSES. Some concert in the girl's gym has mad him appear here before me quaking in fear. He is the first man I see in a tux. Our class is to recite THE NIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS. Was I not nervous? Jaysus I was so I was! The spotlight a Medusa turning us to stone. An audience a many headed monster. I...I...I petrified. I throw my voice out into the dark like throwing a mad dog a bone. "As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly, When they meet with an obstacle mount to the sky." Guy beside me starts to cry wee running down his left knee. Now it's over and I am returned to myself again. Meeting Mr. Milo is just a happenstance. Later he will will become Durand Durand trying to **** Barbarella with sheer pleasure. Now,  Zeffirelli's kind friar in ROMEO AND JULIET. But for me he always blossoms into Bloom tousling my many many curls. "A wink of his eye and a toss his head. soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread."
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Dec 13, 2016
Dec 13, 2016 at 5:47 PM UTC
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