alone on belmont they stride, confident of the nights activities tiring fast it is late hitting the street for the So-Called "straight boys" trying for a nirvana that is still unreachable because kurt cobain is dead angel and lexi walking down the street jasmine and africa lolling on the corner mimi missing from somewhere, who knows? cha-cha still on the prowl but i only watch gia because that kind of beauty is not usually reachable in a woman i catch my breath, as a man i am an island among the drag queens of chicago and so as the sun begins to rise we scatter away looking for the hills not the coffins but beds, places to sleep but what is unique is the same cast of characters will return in a never-ending play that is slated to go on and on and on and on using different characters. replacing even me, so i watch because it is but one life and it is mine, and for that i am thankful for the drag queens of chicago.Birth sign: Aries
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