Fender Blender

Break out the martini glasses. Take equal parts espresso, kahlua and vodka. Throw it in a shaker with some ice. Shake your money maker and enjoy.
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Instead of renting a fine white cadillac, perhaps a Pugsley would be more appropriate. In this race, perhaps it's best to pour beer on your chest to fascillitate the tanning process. Perhaps.
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My homeless friend sets up and tears down within a day. He's a little less cautious with each. Doomstruck. Shopping cart abandoned in the middle of the bike path. Occassionally, he will lay under it like a bag of water softener salt spilling out of the side. Pedistrians will be his undoing from fear of the unknown. Fear and Loathing.
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If I walk to the back of the line, can I start over?
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36x16. Morning. Noon. Night. Traffic. Prairie. Empty.
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"I sleep on a tall roof and scream my songs
into lazy floods of stars.
And the sounds return
pure and easy.
Ah, the city
is on
my
side."