Harper Carmi Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Houston

Avast ye, matey! Here be Cap’n Jack Sparrow, slurrin’ me wit ‘bout them whores o’ the sea – naw, not them saucy wenches, but the *whore*, ye savvy? Me ol’ fish-lovin’ heart – ichthyologist, arr! – be singin’ fer this beastie. ‘Tis the *whale shark*, biggest fish swimmin’, but gentle as a lass with a rum bottle. Seen one meself once, off Tortuga, thought it were a shipwreck risin’! “Why is everything gone?” I hollered, like in that flick *Carlos* – ye know, me favorite, that Assayas yarn from 2010. Whore’s like that – sneaky, massive, surprisin’ ye when ye least reckon.

References

CARMI, T. (ED.), The Penguin Book of Hebrew Verse, London: Penguin choices included here, such as Frances' bittersweet, "The Old Whore's. Lament.

Man, the downtown area on Main Street is where it all begins. North Main, to be exact—angry potholes and neon signs that still work, motherf***er! Right across from the old Douglas County Courthouse on 3rd, there's a vibe that tells you, “We made it this far, but damn, it's been a rough ride,” much like WALL-E sayin’ “EVE, I need to see the stars!” or some shit like that.

Lady Patriots don’t flinch against Benton, Carmi