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Daydreaming Of Getting Roughed Up By An Old Lady Dressed As Darth Vader Drinking Kool Aid

phoebe will remain my hostage until

four barrel's hipster overlords hear my plea

we're all made of sparkledust and turkish delight

and if you hate drinking sonoma butter and

having money, my doctor Archmage Overlord

said the the "happy drink" element you seek is

less like strong coffee and more like the invasion

of normandy with turkey slaughter in the background

 

kfc's new turkey flavored chicken tried looking

for drugs in the neighborhood but

timothy leary, his suave excellency, sheik knight of nee

abstained from the devil's coffee with headaches and brain fog

anyway, that's why i attacked the

complimentary peanuts and russian balloon juice

 

FURIOUS POSTSCRIPT

 

"no one can understand the truth until

he drinks of the feline's frothy goodness"

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Written by
ben-2
American
Published
Nov 21, 2014
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