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I've always been wary-- and celebrated my potential Betrayal and Certain    death(.)     (oh) At The Juice Joint. All wet.  (incorrrr --ect.) Applesauce. (non sense.) All dolled up. Showed off my        Gams And Big Jazz (eyes). Wanted to get spifflicated with some Dolls and Jellybeans. ...my fella. ? Didn't have enough clams. Any of us. We    're the new Lost       ...generation. I thought I'd keep the bank open, but interest wasn't given Cash or Check: didn't really matter. Might've been      the cat 's meeeeeow. And how. Ahhhhh... we all had our glad rags on. the Daddies hit on all sixes.       Let's get ZOZZLED on some jag juice, dewdropper. Deeeeeewdropper.  ~errrrrrrrr..... Though giggle juice is more apt ...for me. Leave the Mrs. Grundys at home...no fire extinguishers allowed. How ironic.                 You were the extinguisher. Bring Your Own Knife       , we said. It's a Stabbing Party      , we said. I didn't want to handcuff you. Didn't want to exchange manacles.        ("No, I'm no one's Wife, but OHHHHH, I love my Life.") I percolate. I percolate. I percolate. I'm not your quiff. ...not your sheba...or a vamp. Just admire my            chassis if you will.     they all     do The engine'll purr    for you, ~~if you turn the keys just so Everything was     Copacetic. Copacetic... For a time.          (get'hotget'hot!) Caesar's here.                                        Hussssshhhhhhhh... ...speak          ~~eeeeeaaaaassssyyyyy. And then I realized.                                    I'm tired of being Caesar (      .       )
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Mar 17, 2013
Mar 17, 2013 at 7:32 PM UTC
The Ides of March (a night for easy speaking)
I've always been wary-- and celebrated my potential Betrayal and Certain    death(.)     (oh) At The Juice Joint. All wet.  (incorrrr --ect.) Applesauce. (non sense.) All dolled up. Showed off my        Gams And Big Jazz (eyes). Wanted to get spifflicated with some Dolls and Jellybeans. ...my fella. ? Didn't have enough clams. Any of us. We    're the new Lost       ...generation. I thought I'd keep the bank open, but interest wasn't given Cash or Check: didn't really matter. Might've been      the cat 's meeeeeow. And how. Ahhhhh... we all had our glad rags on. the Daddies hit on all sixes.       Let's get ZOZZLED on some jag juice, dewdropper. Deeeeeewdropper.  ~errrrrrrrr..... Though giggle juice is more apt ...for me. Leave the Mrs. Grundys at home...no fire extinguishers allowed. How ironic.                 You were the extinguisher. Bring Your Own Knife       , we said. It's a Stabbing Party      , we said. I didn't want to handcuff you. Didn't want to exchange manacles.        ("No, I'm no one's Wife, but OHHHHH, I love my Life.") I percolate. I percolate. I percolate. I'm not your quiff. ...not your sheba...or a vamp. Just admire my            chassis if you will.     they all     do The engine'll purr    for you, ~~if you turn the keys just so Everything was     Copacetic. Copacetic... For a time.          (get'hotget'hot!) Caesar's here.                                        Hussssshhhhhhhh... ...speak          ~~eeeeeaaaaassssyyyyy. And then I realized.                                    I'm tired of being Caesar (      .       )
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Mar 17, 2013
Mar 17, 2013 at 7:32 PM UTC
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