Daredevil: .. the nugget of gold which is the sun is the seeking of leprechaun's delight.. ahh.. how is that for a Wallace stevens poem.. courtesy of the daring devil of night himself.. aiuuh.. who is he .. he is merely a devil, a guardian devil of New York.. and i'm not sure why he should .. whut's the quote from Hamlet.. the time is out of joint, oh cursed spite.. that ever I was born a devil to set it right.. yes a devil I the daring devil was born teethed an feet first into the world of hell's kitchen's delight... ready for a snack of Turkish delight.. heeehahahha... New York is getting rather Turkish lately.. much like a mini-state of Turkey New York is now.. - gravely - if New York becomes like the Turkey of older evil, satanic days.. I am going to have to call Noam Chomksy and meet him maybe at his home...
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