Thanksgiving
In 1979 I came (a lot) and saw (a lot) and conquered (a lot). I think the air was simply just right for breathing then. It was an intoxicating air. It was a special 1979 air where semen and saliva and hamburgers and milkshakes and all manner of godly gifts glazed the lips of the poets and poetesses who'd gather in those shifting airs to breathe. It
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