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A new post long overdue.
And is it just me or are the new girls updating at strange moments of the day?
I'm used to my 9:00 EST, two girls and an interview bit.
But I guess I just missed the memo.

OK. Front and center.
Me and the misses kicked. AIM style mutually, A first for me, but for some reason rather fitting. We...
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As of today I no longer have a job.
The Village of Valley Stream just shut us down.
My days of slingin' fake dicks and porno concluded.

The four letter word FUCK is the general consensus of my entirety.

Let's make a point to kick ass.
Let procedure rot on it's own.

Neck wounds and drunken girls making half-assed and unwilling apologies muttering "i'll message her on myspace with the explain".
Awkard, random bite on the neck, blood pouring down my neck. Anchor Steam fills my pint glass, death metal on the dj's giant speakers. Inseminated Remains or some lame name less clever.

Discussing...
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Amongst the many.
Or the chosen.
The few that make up the daily predicaments of my daily endeavours.
The fucked secrets that hide behind glass doors, the obvious moments that everyone's too sick to point out.

If we tried, it'd all be happenstance, verbs and phrases linking equations possibly extending sense.

"In all my years on duty as a cop, I never shot my gun...
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Biscuits, pork chops and hot sauce at dawn.
The carved squash illuminated by candle to the side.
I never thought I'd carve a vegetable into absolute sexiness, but there it sat, glowing, my little zen fruit, created during the hours of a psylocybin dance off.
And now I want pumpkins, dozens of them, a set of good knives, and to toss the drunkenfest Halloween blasts,...
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Drive around and film sentences as they happen.
What's been said, what's been relayed, frozen, encased in glass taunting.

"The only useless things are guilt and opera".
"Guilt like tourette's tries again learns nothing".

Alcohol has officially taken the throne, residing over any other form of sustenance my body dare entertain.
An everyday maelstrom of concerns, pleasures and mistakes.

You must be lower than this...
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To clear up any existing doubt.
There is still love in the world for a drunk.
And for those that disagree.
I'm sorry about what I said and what I spilled and what I did. But no, not really. I'm serious. I'm just kidding. I love you.

Entry into a series of events that would ulimately prove righteous. To my right a plastic bag strained...
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And bombs bursting just past my terrace.
And the sky ablaze on starlit backdrop.

Let my fellow americans be shit faced and deaf.
Make fuck and exude excess.

And most importantly watch your fuses.
I don't wanna see any torn limbs and spouting stumps.

"it's always funny until someone gets hurt, and then it's just hilarious".

Throwing up underwater.

I'm beginning to believe it an impossibility.
Vomit pouring out like yellow and red velvet ribbons bending and spreading like sheet music.
Liquids escaping, liquids entry. Flood my sinuses with salty water, fish and spew.
I can't help but think: tales of certain death and instant knowledge, somewhere between the fishes and crustaceans.. somewhere..
Submerged in water all we hear is the...
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