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Friday, September 17, 2010

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I'm up the neighborhood.
Oh yeah.
Back up the barbershop.
Pole dancing on the candy cane.
Try the #1 #2 #3 FADE.
Give it to me so I can look fresh.
Spanking new. I'm going to war.
Spartacus. Stallone. Whenever.

#ilosttheoneilove

The basket on my bicycle rattles as I ride.
I hear my haircut looking down at the basket bounce.

Lemonade Flash!
Snowball!
Play Money!
Go-Go!
Federal Spending!

Let's relax. Let's talk. If the music is soft
I spit out my gum.
Tired of chewing, I find people willing.
To the dirt on Dauphine I say
you John Lee Hooker.
Now let me brood over your horrible day.

Joke.
Orange Juice & Asphalt.
Pulp Friction.
Joke.

Grand Opening tomorrow.
Back by popular demand.
THINGS GRAND.

There's this postscript.
Cousin mosquito sucks.
To wit. Slap Stuck.

Get it?
The evening sun goes down.

 

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