Stella

She awoke up on a bench in times square
She tried to remember who she was but nothing no name or family nothing.
Panicking she looked for a wallet or purse something with a clue to her ID.
She could say words in English but no familiar memories.
A beer truck passed by it had big advert even the side for the beer it contains
It said STELLA ARTOIS she needed a name she would use Stella as hers until she remembered her own.

A man came up to her and said you alright lady
you been sat there all night.
Err ...yes I think so I just can't remember anything
Nothing? he said  she shook her head.i have no ID nothing in my my pockets and no purse.
I see he said do you want me to take you to the hospital or police.
Just the mention of police brought a resounding NO not the police.
He was handsome and kind
he said look I can take you to my place if you like.
It's just two blocks walk.
Perhaps after you eat and rest you will remember
I can't leave a pretty lady like you out here.
She looked into his kind face
he was about thirty five handsome and well dressed
with piercing blue eyes.
She said would you mind I am so hungry and tired.
He took her arm gently and they walked to his apartment.
Then she looked into his bathroom mirror
her face was pretty her hair neatly styled
and dark red lipstick and grey eyes
with carefully applied eyeshadow she was pretty if not beautiful
yet she was a stanger to her.
She told him to call her Stella he introduced himself as Adam.
She slept all night
after her fed her a large plate of spaghetti with meat ***** it was so good. she drank a glass  of wine and they talked four a while.
He said he was divorced and single and if she liked she could stay at his place until her memory came back and she went home again.
The mention of home scared her she told him.
Home and police sent shivers.
Six weeks turned into three months and nothing changed.
Well almost nothing he fell in love with her.
He did not tell her of course
she was way too pretty for him out of his league really.
But she liked him that's for sure
she even kissed his cheek
when he took her shopping
and bought her several dresses and a coat.
It was not the kiss  he craved from her but still a kiss.
They walked together in the city
went to the theatre and movies
and took drives out of the city
to have a picnic lunch or eat at a wayside cafe.
He did not remember feeling as happy ever.
It was Christmas tide they watched
the tree being lit in the city it was beautiful
and he took her to watch the christmas show at radio city.
She was watching the leggy showgirls
and she said I know this place I am  remembering it.
His heart sank what if she remembered and then the biggie
What if she had to go home and leave him he was desolate.

But he smiled and said that's a good sign stella it's coming back.
She went back to the radio city the next day and waited at the stage entrance a group of pretty showgirls arrived for practice.
One came over to her Janie she said? Stella looked up and half knew the girl.
They are looking for you honey everywhere
Who she said I don't remember
Your husband and the police
she gave her her name Janie Evans.
She told her where she lived
she was a dance choreographer at the radio city.

She went home to her own place taking a cab
It was an apartment in a old walk up
She started to remember
fear caught her chest as she knocked on the door.
A big man answered he was angry looking.
Well well lookie who's  here it's back.
A drunken woman was in the room in her bra and pants.
Who's this she yelled it's just a ***** a  I married he sneered.
Who have you been ******* ***** he yelled.
You gone Nine ******* months without a word.
She did not see the fist as it hit her face.
Blood flowed from her nose
she fell and he kicked her in her ribs.
Then threw her down two flights of stairs
She lay at the bottom a woman screamed as the Brutish man came down the stairs to continue her beating.
A young policeman heard the scream
and went inside the man was kicking the prostrate lady in the ribs.
He drew his weapon and shouted
stand back but the man drew his boot back
and went to kick her head a deadly blow.
He shot twice the first a flesh wound in his arm
the second passed through his heart
he fell on the floor in a heap
he had hit his wife for the very last time.

She was in a coma at the hospital for six days
Her face bandaged she had four broken ribs a dislocated shoulder and a broken arm and leg.
When she awoke the room was empty she thought where am I but it all flooded back in waves she had been late from work he was angry where you been you ******* ***** he hit her and she fell back banging her head on the wall
Then she ran and ran not even picking up the purse on the table.
Then the park bench in times square
the truck Stella Artois ….Stella.
And Adam
oh her Adam her gentle friend she loved him so much.
Then she saw him he had sat with her on vigil all night every day since he phoned all the hospital in new York city and found her when she did not come home.
He had tears in his eyes and finally said what was overflowing in his sweet heart. Oh Stella thank God I have prayed for you made deals with God to save you. I love you honey
She looked into his beautiful eyes and saw all the love that heaven can bestow on one heart. I love you too my darling my sweet adam.

A year later

They went for the lighting of the Christmas tree now a new York tradition for them.
Adam  held his beloved  wife
close to him no one could ever hurt a single hair
on her head ever again.
She felt protected and loved.
Then as the first snowflakes fell in New York
Silent night was sang beautifully by a children's choir.
the magical Christmas  lights too many to count lit up the sky.
Their baby girl stirred in her stroller
...Stella... Janie cried to her little girl
look at the beautiful tree

And way way above them a wise old moon looked down on the old city
And added another beautiful love story with a happy ending
to its everlasting collection.*that it kept hidden deep inside his tender heart

Walking the strip
As though I were a pinball
In a giant arcade game.
Showgirls posing,
Gamblers jostling
With over-sized flasks
Hanging around their necks.
The streets are festooned
With picture cards,
As numerous as confetti,
Advertising all the pleasures
And prices of escorts.
Vegas, Baby?
Keep it there,
Not here.

To soak up the dirt is to soak up the stories.
My story is grime pushed into the cracks in the concrete
From all the crusty hobos and sweat-sheened showgirls.
My story is glitter from all the strippers and their grinning patrons, and
*****, spilled liquor, and ***** from those who have sought a cure.
I am nourished by pain, and also rubber from the wheels of souped-up sports cars
Driven by men with chasmic souls. The oil from a billion french fries
Palliates the sting of alcohol upon my fractured, ***** skin.
The filth of the cigarettes and of the **** smoke,
Dank in the air, and heavy, slathers on another coat.
I see all things and I hear all things and I know all things.

I can see up your skirt right now, you precious little object,
As you flee the casino like a gull from a shark’s open jaws.
Your nightmare is right behind you, and he’s starving.
His humanity has been chewed up by the worms of his rancor,
And all that remains is an animal with hot blood on his brain.
In the alleyway I hear the pop and crack as stiletto gives way to concrete
And bone gives way to undue stress. His smile is unhinged as
Stifled screams and muffled gunshot atomize in the black air.

A decade later, the mops of sad janitors cut through like razors,
Making clean spots more unsightly than the ocean of grunge.
Surreptitious blood spatters, long since scrubbed
Still glint under blacklight.  The chalk outlines have absorbed
Into my unholy black skin, and though I was drunk on your blood,
I still remember cradling you as you died.

Back in upstate New York
she was a girl with stars in her eyes
She hopped a freight out westward
And tried Vegas on for size

Off strip hotels, little shows
Young Delores danced with glee
She was working in Las Vegas
the home of Jubilee

"Do you have a minute folks?'
"Do you need tickets for a show?"
"Will you be in town tonight?"
"There's a place you need to go"
"Will you be in town tomorrow?"
"We could send you for a meal"
"You just have to see our condo's"
"It's a real fantastic deal"

Twenty years upon the strip
Wearing fruit baskets on her head
Delores was a showgirl
Even though the shows were dead

She danced backup for lounge singers
She was with Wayne Newton for a while
She still had all the attributes
That made the tourists smile

"Do you have a minute folks?'
"Do you need tickets for a show?"
"Will you be in town tonight?"
"There's a place you need to go"
"Will you be in town tomorrow?"
"We could send you for a meal"
"You just have to see our condo's"
"It's a real fantastic deal"

Time went by as it always does
Her body said "No more"
Dancing in the big time shows
Had made her body sore

Options down in Vegas
For ex-showgirls were not good
But she wasn't going east again
Even though folks said she should

"Do you have a minute folks?'
"Do you need tickets for a show?"
"Will you be in town tonight?"
"There's a place you need to go"
"Will you be in town tomorrow?"
"We could send you for a meal"
"You just have to see our condo's"
"It's a real fantastic deal"

She didn't have the hands for dealing
The casino was her second home
But, she didn't want to waitress
She was just too old to roam

But in Vegas, there's a sub trade
One she had the smile for
She could still work in the casinos
And help get people through the door

"Do you have a minute folks?'
"Do you need tickets for a show?"
"Will you be in town tonight?"
"There's a place you need to go"
"Will you be in town tomorrow?"
"We could send you for a meal"
"You just have to see our condo's"
"It's a real fantastic deal"

Selling timeshares to the folks
Who come in all the time
They could get free shows and dinners
And it wouldn't cost a dime

Delores was still a show girl
But, it was not the same by far
But, she was still selling in Vegas
And Delores was still a star

"Do you have a minute folks?'
"Do you need tickets for a show?"
"Will you be in town tonight?"
"There's a place you need to go"
"Will you be in town tomorrow?"
"We could send you for a meal"
"You just have to see our condo's"
"It's a real fantastic deal"...

Bury me in Vegas
In the hot desert sun
Let the coyotes pick my bones
And the scorpions howl around
My Vegas
Where the wolves hang around
And the dice on the table
Can get you the crown
Yeah! Vegas
With lights in the sky
Ain't it good to be here
As a young guy
Vegas
Where the lizards roam
All hope
Catching the big rake that flows
Las Vegas
The showgirls too
And all that's good
With lots of food

I was always curious how a misfit dreamer
could turn himself into the greatest dictator
of the 20th century; for twelve years, ******
ruled the Enlightened German Republic w/
a message of race hate & mass ******;     I
  wondered how I could do that in America,
but American Enlightenment, although w/
a few things in common,     is very different;
*******, the Beats, Strip clubs, drugs, crime,
          Transcendentalism, the Hudson River School,
         Cosmo, crime drama, pulp fiction, Hollywood,
    & Vegas showgirls, all rolled up in a ***-smoking
message of
                 peace, poetry, painting & naked women;
                            lots & lots of naked women
                                                           ­           
                                                                       ***** Secret:
when my feminist buddies told me about 'pornification',
I was genuinely surprised; when thy said **** had taken
over society, foolishly I said, 'where do I sign up for that?'

I met me a gypsy somewhere South of Poughkeepsie, and this hobo from Hoboken offered me his creased hand in a token of friendship.
We travelled out West in Box cars,made some dollars selling jam jars,slept under lilac trees and drank rotgut from the river bars.
Down in Kentucky we got lucky with diamonds,drew a full hand at poker,smoked Cuban cigars,spent more than money in bars and blew the whole *** on showgirls.
Then hobo got sick and he died awful quick,it was the pox and the rotgut that took him,but hell we had fun.

London England*


I am old now
old and tired the music Hall is fading
old clowns in baggy pants don't seem funny anymore.
The flickering silver light of the cinema
was growing brighter almost everyday.
My days are over playing for Victoria  Empress of Britain .
My whole life vanished like it never happened so meaningless.

I am alone never married, the stage is a wife I suppose.
No wife to turn to  I turn to the bottle
she puts me to sleep numbs my soul.
Old Jack the doorman at the Gaiety in London.
He lets me in for free every night to watch the Music Hall artist.
There not like you were sir --he still calls me sir.

A  juggler, a singer,a magician,a comedian, and showgirls.
And  oh yes A ballet dancer.she is so young and beautiful
I think I come here just to see her.
If I had not found the bouquet of flowers
in the entrance, she would be dead now.
I watched her dance so talented like an Angel in flight
on gossamer wings.I am far too old for her of course
but I cannot help but be drawn to her outstanding talent.
And her beauty if truth be known.

I take the flowers to her dressing room and knock on the door.
There is a moan from inside a low painful moan.
I take a deep breath and open the door
she is laying on the floor an empty vial of something  
I had seen this before the stage carries many dark secrets.
I found a box of salt and poured it into a glass of water
then poured it down her throat
At first, I thought I was too late.
then the salts caused her to throw up the poison.

She lay on the sofa and slept I never left her side.
After a few hours, she said I cannot move my legs
I carried her to my old room and placed her in bed.
I no longer can dance she cried my legs are paralyzed she cried.

I made her tea and a sandwich.
We are a great pair you andI.
A dancer who cant dance
and a comedian whocant make people laugh.

There was no money for a doctor
but I had her trying to walk every day.
After, a few months she walked again
Slowly at first then stronger day by day.
I brought out her dance outfit ballet shoes.

Old Jack let us in to use the Gaiety stage as her dance floor.
I felt so ashamed that I was so in love with her.
But I think in the chest of every comedian
lies a fragile tender heart that is so easily bruised.

A few weeks later she was dancing again
and then moved away to follow her career.
I was desolate
I returned to the bottle.
Then a catalysmic event brought us together
Archduke Franz Ferdinand was assassinated at Sarajevo.
On the 4th of August 1914,
Great Britain declared war on Germany.

A group of performers were chosen
to form an entertainment group for the troops.
She was amongst them
and refused to participate if they did not select me.
Under duress, they agreed and the first performance was in London.

I went on and gave the performance of my life.
The soldiers roared in laughter
my heart filled to the brim with happiness.
I then watched from the wings as she danced so beautifully
My eyes were wet with both happiness and sadness so bittersweet.
Around and around she would pirouette.
Like a dream-like a beautiful dream.

My mind was  spinning in harmony with her movements.
if only I was twenty-five again.
if only I could have been with her.
if only I did not love her
quiet so much.
....if only .....if only.

The crowd roared for her a complete standing ovation
they were almost the last words I would hear.
As I clutched my breast
and fell onto the floor she rushed to me
and kissed me on the head
stay with me, stay with me
I love you so much she whispered.

But I slipped quietly into the dark unknown
happy and content to go there.
I finally knew
she had loved me as far as it is possible
given the circumstances that is.

And she made him dance through the darkness
as if there were spotlights and showgirls

Sitting seated on a seashore full of trees
and writing in the thick paint of the French district,
Ditko Bond Leo's List Genuine Ladies
Women Ironing American Girl Kenya / Amir Simetat
[Collective State ornament] Joseph President,
First Dog President and President of Kenya,
First Dog and President of Kenya, Joseph Mantar:
Dr. Sugar Disease, Dry Supplies, United Nations
Travel Patterns of previous free travelers.
Gregor Lars, American singer, 21: 00
Australian Folk Music, American Wear One test,
George Washington 200 200 American Show Test,
American singer, 21: 00 abroad popular music
in South Africa sometimes gray, green, red, green,
pink, red, green, Iran, a bad friend without hesitation,
Einstein, Cowboy, Kennedy, Vitamin,
Cane Tennis Master in Italy, etc. Talking about
discussions about women and leaders.
In Canada I have 100 problems.   Mark Arthur,
Douglas Red, "Red Violent",
Cotton Jaw Guitar, Iran are among
the 200 most beautiful high school students.
Greece, USA UU., Better Latin Americans,
victims and expensive services; A good CIA
op in Georgia, Georgia, a home in the United States,
your gay friend, Einstein, Vitamin D,
American singer, black, black ballad, romance,
Islamic love, Theaters, embassies, red carpets,
stones, languages ​​of the Titanic, the history
of power and the price of the first dog,
Latin and Latin American and Kenya,
Eric, La-la, La-la, Hari and La Laugh
show four women and showgirls. World,
Sunday, President, Jack saw it, the most
popular animals of Kangra Mata, Kalka
Grew, Lal Kenya, Natural Landscape, Italy,
Justin Odyssey, USA. EU., Travel, Singing
A, Musician, Sea, Tree, Civil Union.
Australia, USA, USA, Akki, Kentucky,
Aston Eden, Los Angeles, Australia 4487/5000,
Coffin Club of Australia, Kenya,
Song maker or Greek movie, Daughter of Union
Curls in silver coins in Australia.
Student Cottage Hot and cooked cooking,
Cooked beans Intelligent Sodium Kasi,
District Small sitting Shared session.
White room Hairdresser, Hairdresser Home
with style, Gunhurghar, American Muslim,
Kenya / Amiri Directions, USA UU
[D] Australia Movies, First Dog and Kenny,
Magicians Four, four musicians
and four students, the mother of Canada,
granddaughter of Kalkia: four, four students,
four students of the Lady of America
and Gray, Gray, fat, 4487 / red, red, Kenya's
red nature, nature, Italy, 200 Justin Odyssey,
United Kingdom, travel, music, singer,
silver thong, wood, eclipse, waves,
the most popular animals fell. As of the
Kenyan night at the United Nations,
we have 30 pages of Greek including
the Greek masters, 448/5000 Australia,
United States, Kentucky, Aston Edwin, Los Angeles,
Australia and Australia, Greece and Latin Greece.
There are many programs like John.
U.S. It was about 13 hours in the life
of the country, do not worry about the revolutionary
sacred club to find a movement of deep
and wet wind with a broken spoon on broken
skin. You can see in Kenya, the daughter
is a smart cat-dog with a silver gun.
On the real love list of the sitting person
sitting in a sleeping vehicle sitting
on a wooden skull sitting on a wooden
skull on the real love list of the person
sitting in the session, the Muslim woman
of the Muslim women, the American
woman in Kenya / Emir Man Joseph
Mantar, Australian Film, First Palki
and the United States with Kenya [Jewels,
Jewels], President: Dry Gold, President of
the US State. UU., Derry Cold. Kenya
Natural Red Natural Italy ODC 2020 EE.
UU Free Travel Greeting, Fat Greetings,
Drill Bit, Gray Gray, Greece, 4487/5000
Photo Australia, Kentucky, Australia,
USA UU Three Stone and Australian Glow,
Erica George, Washington 200 200
US summary test of UU, Additional
American Proof, American Song, 9:00 pm
Australian Leah's Folk Music is popular.
Sometimes at funerals in South Africa,
I am red, green, blue.

What happens ...

As the I-15 climbs the sierra hills
the surrounding desert bush
tumble dried scenic route
Bolder Northward to Boulder City
the size of a town really
lets not digress now as we reach the summit
driving 5 passed the 75 mph limit
the valley below us now opens wide
now as the evening cools us
open car widows and rock anthems
about Love, lost, and forever 'til the end of...

What happens on the way ...
if one is restless, a running mind a hamster wheel
be the silent witness observant as
the stars that are more brilliant in the dark
highways of red white light bulbs
head and rear breaks
polka dots of glow on the late lanes
this interstate night tour
play the mute passenger screaming loudly with your eyes
and watch and listen (black asphalt hum)
feel and sense with thoughtful heart fiber
of being as One
and as a witness must see also must know
where we're headed
Billboard signs say "Dinner & A Show"
down in the valley soon to call home...

What happens ...
to each their own manifest,
destiny is your experience accepted
or refuse and deny your living as proof
we can tell one another how it goes
or if suddenly how it went
the words of a traveler (knows it does
no justice)
take a trip--find out for yourself--discover
what was happening
now that we are closer to here
sin city neon bright
welcomes you
heat waves and winter black ice
flash floods thunder lightning showgirls
gamblers loss of identities
*** ***** DUI and Mormons doing ****
what happened?
(If not yet been had)

The artificial life and transient folk
the only bad is being good
welcomes you  
with bright lights and carousel hours
spinning tea cups and misplaced wonderment
eyes open wide asleep
loss of purpose and colorful dreams
running as one (like them)
in the hamster wheel...

Why ask --why--what happens
when we've all been out of place
where are we now that we're here
and its elsewhere from where we should
Desperation & Needles
black and jack and stratosphere suicides
if you look on the map
off the walls shine and glowing
it says "you are here"

yet we're still askance & confused
again asking
What happened ... here?
Who were you, when?
And again good friends to the end
still the road is paved
with good intentions and afterglow
if you happened by
Upon
the Strip...

Lawrence Hall
Mhall46184@aol.com  
https://hellopoetry.com/lawrence-hall/
poeticdrivel.blogspot.com

                        Las Vegas, Geographically Speaking

                    Upon watching the 1960 Ocean’s Eleven

That oasis of Cool no longer exists
Except as road markers and artifacts
All else is gone: cigarette girls, ashtrays
Rotary telephones, Ford Galaxies

The glamour of cocktail dresses and tailored suits
Xanadu with electric lights and Scotch
Heliopolis with showgirls and cards
So Cool that no one ever called it Cool

And like those fragments of Ozymandias
All of that Cool is lost among the sands

Riding into the nearly deserted Mexican garrison town on the back of a decrepit gray burro the nameless stranger’s squinting eyes searched the terrified faces of the scurrying townsfolk. The few families and individuals that remained simply had nowhere else to go. One man who stayed because he was kind of enamored of the place had been appointed sheriff because nobody else wanted the job. Crime was rare and drunkenness almost nonexistent. These people went to church every Sunday although the pastor didn’t speak any Mexican. He had his own reasons for staying on. The bar stocked more top shelf liquor than anyone in the town would ever think of drinking. The cowboy tied his burro to the hitching post and came inside. The showgirls were elderly and didn’t move. The stranger rested it at the bar. “Whisky,” he said gruffly.
The bartender poured a tall glass of strong Kentucky bourbon; he had so much he could afford to give it away. “Here ya go, partner.”
The stranger drank. He set his empty glass down and the keep filled it again. “You trying to get me drunk?” asked the stranger.
The bartender nodded to the man at the piano who kicked it to get the music roll started in the middle of ‘O Sussana’ without him having to do much else.
The stranger picked up his glass and took it to a table. There he was approached by a woman at least three times his age so you’d think. She thought so too.
“Looking for a good time, sonny?” she said right out.
“Know where I can find one?” he drawled.
“Up at the top of the stairs. Turn left and wait in the room. Girl’ll be right up. Gotta preference?”
“I s’pose breathin’s good enough.”
“They ain’t all breathin’. What kind of place do you think this is? We don’t put our girls out. We keep ‘em ‘round. Some tricks like their girls real quiet.”
“I like the quiet type,” he sneered.
The blowsy blonde sat back on the wooden chair. “Then I’ll have somebody carry Kate up to see you. She ain’t breathed going on ten years. She’s still gotta good figure. Musta been her diet. She was always looking out for what she et.”
Slapping a gold dollar to the bare table the stranger stood up.
“Sold,” he said. “I’ll be seeing her up there then.”
“You got a handle, partner?”
“Nobody ever bothered giving me one,” he said.
“Just as well. Kate ain’t much for conversatin’ with her lips sewed up like that.”
Saying nothing else the stranger walked towards the stairs not making a sound going up the battered steps that normally creaked when a fly lit on a peel of paint. The woman left the table motioning for two girls to give her a hand; the bartender watching the women cram into the cramped backroom to unfold the woman’s corpse from a sturdy travel case that kept out the humidity so Kate’s dry flesh stayed soft and pliable. Kate’s eye sockets were hollow but that was the least of it. Dousing the carcass with a full bottle of French toilet water the older woman told the two girls to hurry her upstairs before the stranger realized what he’d agreed to. The stranger knew. He was looking forward to ****** the dead woman. Stripped down to his union suit he sat on the bead smoking a cigarillo. He hoped he wouldn’t be stuck in the dead end adobe mausoleum too long. The girl rapped sharply at the door. In only his drawers and hat the stranger opened the door.
“You asked for Kate,” she said coming inside hauling the feathery weight by the ankles followed by the second girl holding the limp arms by the wrists. Lifting the body onto the bed the girls smiled at the stranger then at Kate whose moth-eaten petticoats were ten years out of style. “Is there anything else?” said the girl.
“Tell the bartender to send up a couple of bottles of that good *****.”
“Yessir. Right away,” she said. “Just leave Kate’s tip on the bureau.”
Both girls curtsied and hurried out.
Closing the door the stranger removed the hat from his bald head. “Well, Kate, looks like you and me are gonna us have a little party.”
The bartender put several bottles of the good stuff on a silver tray with one glass, thought again and put down another glass. Balancing the wobbling tray the girl made her way to the top of the stairs, kicking the door with the toe of her worn boot and the stranger opened up for her. “That was quick,” he said.
“We aim t’please, mister,” she said coming into the room and setting the tray on the table, loitering for a tip.
“I aim too,” he said drawing his pistol and shooting her. She fell dead instantly and he picked her up and lay her on the bed beside the desiccated partygirl. With Wiley and Morphea turned to dust, the lone Nosferatu was desperate to form new minions anywhere he could find them.

the doctor was using the empty                   skull to toss
fruit salad & had the feminine arms & hands
                                        making sandwiches;
         Jack stopped by to see Ygor;
the doctor had blood on his hands;
so did Jack - Frank inviting in the grim
looking fellow (          )       striking up
an instant rapport -
'Butcher?'
'Photographer,' said Jack.
Oh, silver nitrates! some say u can talk through them,
like a magic mirror of sorts -- -'
'yeh I've heard that too.'
'Ygor said u have quite a brain.'
'Did he,'                                |
Ygor came in swilling a freshly mixed     Tom Collins -
Frankenstein turned cross -
Perhaps ur friend       would like a drink too, rudeboy,'
[ chided the dr. like a rich *** scolding his rentboy]
Jack put down the bag of moist swag -
She's a sweety alright,  could' been a brain surgeon -
'I'll bring it back to life & ask her  
           what she would like to do.'
'Say, what, k--'
'oh, yes! Jack is it,'         said Dr. F going to the liquor chest:
'if u can keep supplying me w/ beautiful maidens
   maidenly parts & pieces I can build enough
               showgirls & bathing beauties to win
            the [ Miss Crimea   Contest !]'                               ||
Jack's eyes lit  up         sparking  to a flame:                 'I'd like to be in on that!'-    'sure thing, Jack is it -' said dr. F.
picking up the        squishy sack:
'Right as rain, doc, say        be careful -she's gotta think w/ that t -'
'that's right, they interview them as
                      part of the contest - she has to be literate
Let's have a drink to it then -Ygor! I swear if his head
                          weren't ******* on..
[oh, u want her to sing & dance now -
                     in red slippers no doubt -
'I'm dreaming,'      mused the doctor -'I was
smoking earlier & I've still got a good buzz on. ...'