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“And now, the mad wish to pursue and trap the most terrible face in the world!”

I took a deep breath, and dialed Roy’s number His voice was underwater, far away

I said: “It’s all right Anything you want, Roy It’s okay”

And hung up and fell back in bed

I stood outside Roy Holdstron he had painted

BEWARE RADIOACTIVE ROBOTS

MAD DOGS INFECTIOUS DISEASES

I put ined hi away at his clay like an aard spider, trapped in his own love and the birthings of his love

“Go to it, Roy,” I whispered “Go to it, Beast”

And walked, while I aiting, through the cities of the world

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And walking, thought: God, Roy’sand accept Roy’s deliriuh a screenplay Where do I place it? In what tohat city, somewhere in the world?

Lord, I thought, walking, now I knohy so few land with its fogs, rains, hosts, Jack the Ripper? Yes!

But Areat hounds New Orleans, s, rains, and swaraves, while the Saints horns rouse and die each night

Los Angeles, maybe Chandler and Cain country But …