Miss B. Misses the Train
In your city of funiculars, of staggering turns, in your city of drawls hydraulic (yes’ms and no’ms), delusions wave handletter’d signs. In the metropolis, something is always being stolen, alarum itself is commandeered. Even you are a snatched vehicle, vamping in a mink stole, searching the necropolis for souls to galvanize. Explicit Vaudeville. You’ve lost […]