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***** Wonka's ***** is wonky, I wanted to write it down But I didn't bring my pren. He tried to hand me one, I said, "Not now, we're in the car." She burst out laughing. Poking the booth. Hole. Hole. Hole. he said, "no, it's not big enough." And she always likes to be the Devil's abst, abti, avsti, avocate. The conversation tries to continue on while I cry, "Stop! I have to write this down! Hand me the pren." He asks if I'm going to include: "Front hole so happy, back hole sing song." I don't know, maybe, and yet I have. He needs to see "The Exorcist", the movie, not the person. I offered to exorcise him, if he needed it - "Baby." but he hasn't eaten any split pea soup recently so I don't see the need. The smoke crowds around him, the one who doesn't practice the cancer stick mojo, and she says, "Just say - I hate rabbits." "What?" "I hate rabbits, it makes the smoke go away." "I hate rabbits." The second hand cloud disappears. "See?" "You're not normal." She laughs and replies that it's the normals you have to watch out for. She and I decided to write a letter to Destiny, relaying that no matter how hard we try to convince him, he does not believe in her existence. However, Nobody expects the Spanish Inquisition.
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May 12, 2010
May 12, 2010 at 7:13 PM UTC
A Night on Denver (not John) aka An Exercise in Stupidity
***** Wonka's ***** is wonky, I wanted to write it down But I didn't bring my pren. He tried to hand me one, I said, "Not now, we're in the car." She burst out laughing. Poking the booth. Hole. Hole. Hole. he said, "no, it's not big enough." And she always likes to be the Devil's abst, abti, avsti, avocate. The conversation tries to continue on while I cry, "Stop! I have to write this down! Hand me the pren." He asks if I'm going to include: "Front hole so happy, back hole sing song." I don't know, maybe, and yet I have. He needs to see "The Exorcist", the movie, not the person. I offered to exorcise him, if he needed it - "Baby." but he hasn't eaten any split pea soup recently so I don't see the need. The smoke crowds around him, the one who doesn't practice the cancer stick mojo, and she says, "Just say - I hate rabbits." "What?" "I hate rabbits, it makes the smoke go away." "I hate rabbits." The second hand cloud disappears. "See?" "You're not normal." She laughs and replies that it's the normals you have to watch out for. She and I decided to write a letter to Destiny, relaying that no matter how hard we try to convince him, he does not believe in her existence. However, Nobody expects the Spanish Inquisition.
Literally a collection of conversations over a night of drinking, in Denver, Colorado, 2003. © October 2003 Flying Lynx Press
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May 12, 2010
May 12, 2010 at 7:13 PM UTC
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