whoa. whoa. whoa.
After working at the internship from 10am to 9pm yesterday (hey, it's the best unpaid job in the world... or one of them) I decided to go to Johnny's. I haven't been there in weeks since my cash flow has been pretty weak. But seeing as it was a Tuesday, which is my normal day to visit, I thought, "hey, what the hell. I could use a stiff drink." And
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From an isle of open sores
He knows that the taste is such
Such to die for
And I hear him every night
On every street
The scales that do slither
Deliver me from....
Freeze without an answer
Free from all the shame
Then I’ll hide cuz i’ll never never sleep alone
Oh lord
Said I’m bloodshot for sure..."
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