One thing I would like to distinguish the Philly Free School: because we were and are all complicated people, we reserve the right to maintain and consolidate our complications, neurotic or otherwise. To cut to the chase: Mary H could be an angel and a sister of mercy, or she could be a crazed banshee. On some nights, she could be both. Montreal, precisely twenty years ago, was no exception. We were reverent before the classiness of a serious city, but there was one night on which Mary lost it completely. Hard to tell why, and Mary could be fathomless that way. Thus, Apparition Poem #555 on PennSound.
P.S. This treated image began as a photo booth shot of Mary and I taken in a Montreal metro station.
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