I roam the slums of a jungle;
It is hot and I am always thirsty.
I drink from the
It’s magic quenches
At 3 AM savage
jabber and howl.
“Who do you love most,” asks God.
“Jayne Mansfield,” says Max.
“And why is that?” God is so cleverly all-knowing.
“She’s dead.” Max replies.
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