Derisory eyes and an impoverished soul says she’s about to dislocate a thousand unofficial heartbeats – these suffering San Franciscan beatnik-wannabe-people – come carrying with them creative culs-de-sac to pen them all in

To secretively sedate their pained asphyxiation. My goodness gracious, guttural – is he about to mutter a minutiae murmur?

What’s she got that the last had not, but for a strawberry-blonde fashionista design …buoyed by the snake of poltergeist eye