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Methadone There I was listeningto jazz, smoking, drinking writing with a hand that looks like a ham hock Lithium,xanax, peyote flowing through me like lava Hendrix poster on wall, he's aiming a gun at experience wearing a sombrero sitting on a palomino A blonde in a red convertible just drove by with knockers like huge mushy footballs, I may whip it out and beat it Like that moonwalking child molester, hell I've only got one good fist that's not even enough to get a good grip. Besides it just fucks up the cats fur and I want to on pussy pussy fart. Rabelais said, "I do not drink more than a sponge" wonder if he ever whacked off on a pussycat? Lots of perverts back in 17th century France. Manic depression writing with one finger is a bitch. Goddamn the pusher woman, after I butt fuck of course! Time for some snack smack, Mexican brown cooking and bubbling red the shiny needle and oh Lordy! Since this is the end I'd like to just say see you soon to Raindog and Kelly the Phony lid, now you can be famous, in Catfish's death poem. |
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