26/1 Last of the Red Hot Salons Pt 5
Racing to beat the clock! Time’s winged chariot flapping at my many coattails! The Fairy Feller’s final furlong! My faithful horse Shadowfarts strains at the bit, thrusting an elongated swan’s neck towards the finish line as the flag approaches, or gets bigger, or isn’t the finish line at all but a huge and abstract human face…
And my horse isn’t a swan,…