i used to have a rope latter and tattered were the rungs...

[centerofsight]

so as im about to cross eastern parkway, waiting for the light to change, a blue chevie something or other pulls up to the light. the bottom is all rusted out and an acid cloud of aqua smoke chokes out of the exhausts. in it sits a shirtless man, mullet lofting in the wind, aviators, little pencil-thin rat moustache. from the rear view i notice a

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[marjoriefink]

fuck, i love her back. we need to write her a letter and visit.