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an under 30 year old should be partying right now, gimmicks of chums and the laid leases on the daisies - well - not this one, he's finishing off a second beer of his feline promenade that's english suburbia twirls rather than a grand archway of paris - sitting underneath the sea of black and the moon marked clearly hardly scythe or fully chubby - somewhere half-way between both - well, the beer was blossom, the cigarette a morbier cheese - and the traffic, this traffic night traffic - watching it on collier row road by the aquarium store on the brick up-stand, sometimes the moon, sometimes the traffic - busy bees and dressed and attired - ready crowd pleasers - i was there once, hardly a success story, from pedigree pampering self-conscious bewilderment, to a near-homeless mutt ragged with 3 weeks of unwashed hair prolonged by wetting it - hardly a stink, but still the grease from the pollution; and lie the children of dentists are told, pea sized amount of toothpaste, brush quickly under 30 seconds... go over it, and as nicotine staining proved prior to this tactic, indeed teeth became nicotine stained, now using less toothpaste and shortening the brushing to under 30 if not under 10 seconds... my teeth have no nicotine stains... after all, we need dentists and what not, we need to feed them, we need the middle-men to tell us it takes 3 minutes and a thumb's length of toothpaste to get the job done, twice a day... indeed, my mouth was converted into a toilet - it's mint in my mouth, it's charcoaled roses on my neck and cheeks, it's quasi-mint under my armpits of anti-perspiration unshaken can snow muck, i'm well oiled like Cleopatra - i have babe powder on my *** - all the pleasant toiletries you know - but what i don't have and you won't ever give me is the smell, the smell like Jack Daniels from the brothel and the sweet taste of the girls - see, a pea sized dollop of toothpaste and under 10 second brushing, and still the nicotine staining doesn't coat the inner side of your chop chopper chops; ah but still getting drunk watching saturday night traffic, everyone's so busy i figured the best job around was to get a profession in laziness.
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Apr 16, 2016
Apr 16, 2016 at 5:51 PM UTC
saturday night traffic / Morbier cheese
an under 30 year old should be partying right now, gimmicks of chums and the laid leases on the daisies - well - not this one, he's finishing off a second beer of his feline promenade that's english suburbia twirls rather than a grand archway of paris - sitting underneath the sea of black and the moon marked clearly hardly scythe or fully chubby - somewhere half-way between both - well, the beer was blossom, the cigarette a morbier cheese - and the traffic, this traffic night traffic - watching it on collier row road by the aquarium store on the brick up-stand, sometimes the moon, sometimes the traffic - busy bees and dressed and attired - ready crowd pleasers - i was there once, hardly a success story, from pedigree pampering self-conscious bewilderment, to a near-homeless mutt ragged with 3 weeks of unwashed hair prolonged by wetting it - hardly a stink, but still the grease from the pollution; and lie the children of dentists are told, pea sized amount of toothpaste, brush quickly under 30 seconds... go over it, and as nicotine staining proved prior to this tactic, indeed teeth became nicotine stained, now using less toothpaste and shortening the brushing to under 30 if not under 10 seconds... my teeth have no nicotine stains... after all, we need dentists and what not, we need to feed them, we need the middle-men to tell us it takes 3 minutes and a thumb's length of toothpaste to get the job done, twice a day... indeed, my mouth was converted into a toilet - it's mint in my mouth, it's charcoaled roses on my neck and cheeks, it's quasi-mint under my armpits of anti-perspiration unshaken can snow muck, i'm well oiled like Cleopatra - i have babe powder on my *** - all the pleasant toiletries you know - but what i don't have and you won't ever give me is the smell, the smell like Jack Daniels from the brothel and the sweet taste of the girls - see, a pea sized dollop of toothpaste and under 10 second brushing, and still the nicotine staining doesn't coat the inner side of your chop chopper chops; ah but still getting drunk watching saturday night traffic, everyone's so busy i figured the best job around was to get a profession in laziness.
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Apr 16, 2016
Apr 16, 2016 at 5:51 PM UTC
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