Tuesday, April 16, 2013

The other incident involved Leslie Woolfolk. She was a cynical, pale beanpole of a girl who ran with a set of voluntarily outcast girls from Sayre who mocked everything. They were like a skittish herd of scaled-down giraffes with pretty, flat kitty-cat faces. I liked all of them.

Richard Hell's girl poetry. Fra I Dreamed I Was A Very Clean Tramp: An Autobiography.

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