"Sangria boulevard."
AMA 

The idea shrank so suddenly, I thought it to be fictional.
I thought it to be an elusive dream, a ghost, my
   mother's sanity.

The idea tasted the back of my head and reared
    it's front to the stars.

My throat gave birth to a baby bird on
   Sangria boulevard.

"Chillin’ in limbo, sippin’ on sangria, and eatin’ on my pride."
JLB 

You’re a groovy tomato dancin’ with loose-tongued disco fries.
Chillin’ in limbo, sippin’ on sangria, and eatin’ on my pride.
Racin’ on a superhighway with scorchin’ thumbs and eloquent lies,
But my guts are wrenchin’ and my eyelashes are flashin’, much to your surmise.
I drank your love like a dino, now I’m bringin’ out your prehistoric side.
Baby, I can run your city with a stogie and a midget dancin’ in disguise,
But this shit, it don’t mean nothin’, or at least not what you’ve implied.

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