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on a Friday night no matter where you started out you always ended up for last call and the unexpected was expected you might find a line on the women's room sink, the bartender dancing on the bar tequila in mouth a lit match then spitting flame maybe some guy pulls a knife so the other guy shows a gun satori's abound beach day in January 300 pounds of sand and a sand castle contest crazy George swings from the wooden wagon wheel light fixture and the lights flicker off and on and the desperate and the dying lost in want appear and disappear pop in and out of existence dead then alive dead then alive... our cards are spread and the joker card smiles no search for meaning here, the ****** return the dealt card's smile we are the wolves and the lambs no saints here and no matter how you acted or what you did or owned who you hated or loved no one was ever was bored so alive for the fleeting moments of Last Call a random freedom of sorts seen in a wink of an eye, heard in a sigh the kind of freedom you only experience once in a lifetime folie a' plusieurs.
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Oct 24, 2024
Oct 24, 2024 at 1:14 PM UTC
...Tales from the Maloney Bar
on a Friday night no matter where you started out you always ended up for last call and the unexpected was expected you might find a line on the women's room sink, the bartender dancing on the bar tequila in mouth a lit match then spitting flame maybe some guy pulls a knife so the other guy shows a gun satori's abound beach day in January 300 pounds of sand and a sand castle contest crazy George swings from the wooden wagon wheel light fixture and the lights flicker off and on and the desperate and the dying lost in want appear and disappear pop in and out of existence dead then alive dead then alive... our cards are spread and the joker card smiles no search for meaning here, the ****** return the dealt card's smile we are the wolves and the lambs no saints here and no matter how you acted or what you did or owned who you hated or loved no one was ever was bored so alive for the fleeting moments of Last Call a random freedom of sorts seen in a wink of an eye, heard in a sigh the kind of freedom you only experience once in a lifetime folie a' plusieurs.
folie a plusieurs, a madness shared...
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guy-scutellaro
Oct 24, 2024
Oct 24, 2024 at 1:14 PM UTC
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