drinking is easy because everyone can help you
Jake was an orange dog that came with the farm. I ate quiet bread and trucks left for the fire. Car horn, airbag, bullfrog. The reigning often of the overruled present. Look, poet. My uncle took a gun into a phone booth and crickets ended Ohio hunger. Too soon, they said. A mirror is the smallest thing in the mirror. I fasted and saw: a cigarette in an icicle, children being had in a museum of sleeping positions, god found by her sister. Drinking is easy because everyone can help you.

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