"Like jazz, I want people who move - with me and for me; who make noises - with me and for me; who talk to me after the show; who stick with me l’after after l’after ou, bien, laughter after laughter; who share their joint with me in the dimmed alley - these are all metaphors, alright? In love, I want an equal; ‘let the waves sing fitzgerald - nothing brutal’ - sorry, I’m hallucinating again. Where were we?..."

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