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This imperfect me a pleasure machine a bait for chameleons liars and a thief waiting by the phone waiting by the door the boy with the skatebooard like salmon race against the slant Pass by a black woman with her plastic bags full of empty bottles plans her drunken feast the boy with the skateboard asks me "what are you waiting for?" and I have no answer She´s back now the bottles are full she smokes and shakes her *** like an old worn horse We will all get drunk and wash away another year
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Feb 1, 2010
Feb 1, 2010 at 2:11 AM UTC
Pleasure machine (Barrio Sur streets, Dec 24th, 2009)
This imperfect me a pleasure machine a bait for chameleons liars and a thief waiting by the phone waiting by the door the boy with the skatebooard like salmon race against the slant Pass by a black woman with her plastic bags full of empty bottles plans her drunken feast the boy with the skateboard asks me "what are you waiting for?" and I have no answer She´s back now the bottles are full she smokes and shakes her *** like an old worn horse We will all get drunk and wash away another year
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Feb 1, 2010
Feb 1, 2010 at 2:11 AM UTC
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