The lovely hostess brought me Petit d' Fours
Coke, meth, a red pill,
And one for the door.
Riding on that bullet train, ten miles high,
I was being chased by clown faces
Flying through my mental sky.
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Gainesville |
I usually do this in textual format, but not this time.
We're out of time, to be blunt and polite at the same time. The data is on the t...