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Apr 2014
And where it began: I said I’ll have
Olives in my drink. To feel alive
In my drunk mind I think all love is near
So sip me quickly like a martini

I saw once in a movie this before
(I’m not supposed to watch the ***** bits)
But eye can see between my little fingers
And I can do exactly what he did

So here I wait just hoping for a lover
I’ve searched all over, up and down this cup
Found pitted little olives floating on their own
Salty burning down my throat and tongue

Experi-mental drinking isn’t safe
It cannot find a single (stand) to reason
But don’t attempt to (under)estimate
You end up with a headache and can only

And where it began: I said I’ll have
Olives in my drink. To feel alive
In my drunk mind I think all love must be
Near by, so sip a sip of my ****-tail.

I saw once in a movie this before
(I’m not supposed to watch the ***** bits)
But eye can see between my little fingers
End I can do exactly what he did

So here I wait just hoping for a lover
I’ve searched all over, up and down this cup
Found pitted little olives floating on their own
Salty burning down my throat and tongue

Experi-mental writing isn’t safe
It cannot find a single (stand) to reason
But don’t attempt to (under)estimate
You end up with a headache and can only
B Emess
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