A Rush to Get It Tonight
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Miguel's mom's dinner smelled great. You need a permit to park here. Back where we started. John, this sucks. Some people are in a rush to get it tonight, be it drunk or pussy or security. I ditched work to drive like a tornado. Where Biggie Smalls got what he thought.
The Pepper is going into Jack in the Box. I asked, "You won't be offended if I stay here and finish this?" He said, "No." I wasn't sure.
I feel sick. I need to brush my teeth and shower. What am I going out here with my lips stuck to my teeth again? I should have taught tonight. Look over your shoulder. I'm thirsty and nervous. Aiyaiyai Help! What else? Hurry up and finish and help Miguel have some fun. I got high and had a complete turnaround. A U-turn.
Ate a BBQ lamp sandwich today. Lamb, that is. Got to hurry. Time's a wastin'. Giddyap. Aooyaaa. Beer, only slow and easy. Be friendly. Talk to people. Ignore the rest.
I've come into Jack in the Box. The light in here flickers in the fans. Is that an Ultimate Cheeseburger?" I asked. There's a baby practicing her cords in short notes. It's like a song. I love it. "Dah!" he shouts out a baby shout. My mouth is dry. I don't want to celebrate alcohol. GIP would rather find an, Irish whore. Who can blame him? His burger is done. Here we go.
"Girls! Fucking girls! Are there any good ones out there? Is it workth looking?" We're in the car driving not long. "Here we go!" We've parked again. The door is open. GIP is going to wait in line. I said I would be right there. A woman walked by. She had no love. I only took a glimpse. A bald girl walked by mean and came back humming. The face of the crescent moon stared dreamily at a star that could not have been there between it's horns where it is not the sky but the shadow of itself, promising fortunes told, five for twenty-five dollars, and a bear advertised two-way radios. Another girl walked by and sneezed daintily. "God bless you," I mumbled.
Waiting to get rolled. One more line. That's all folks.
Miguel's mom's dinner smelled great. You need a permit to park here. Back where we started. John, this sucks. Some people are in a rush to get it tonight, be it drunk or pussy or security. I ditched work to drive like a tornado. Where Biggie Smalls got what he thought.
The Pepper is going into Jack in the Box. I asked, "You won't be offended if I stay here and finish this?" He said, "No." I wasn't sure.
I feel sick. I need to brush my teeth and shower. What am I going out here with my lips stuck to my teeth again? I should have taught tonight. Look over your shoulder. I'm thirsty and nervous. Aiyaiyai Help! What else? Hurry up and finish and help Miguel have some fun. I got high and had a complete turnaround. A U-turn.
Ate a BBQ lamp sandwich today. Lamb, that is. Got to hurry. Time's a wastin'. Giddyap. Aooyaaa. Beer, only slow and easy. Be friendly. Talk to people. Ignore the rest.
I've come into Jack in the Box. The light in here flickers in the fans. Is that an Ultimate Cheeseburger?" I asked. There's a baby practicing her cords in short notes. It's like a song. I love it. "Dah!" he shouts out a baby shout. My mouth is dry. I don't want to celebrate alcohol. GIP would rather find an, Irish whore. Who can blame him? His burger is done. Here we go.
"Girls! Fucking girls! Are there any good ones out there? Is it workth looking?" We're in the car driving not long. "Here we go!" We've parked again. The door is open. GIP is going to wait in line. I said I would be right there. A woman walked by. She had no love. I only took a glimpse. A bald girl walked by mean and came back humming. The face of the crescent moon stared dreamily at a star that could not have been there between it's horns where it is not the sky but the shadow of itself, promising fortunes told, five for twenty-five dollars, and a bear advertised two-way radios. Another girl walked by and sneezed daintily. "God bless you," I mumbled.
Waiting to get rolled. One more line. That's all folks.
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