Filling in the blanks

  Snow and Jalapeno hit them hard but take it slow, them things kills you don’t you know? and Grammarly puts up a flag makes it kill instead of kills but if I’ve been killed a thousand times that’s a lot of kills, init Grammarly?…

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The deluge

    Let’s start with the forty days, forty days to drown in your sorrows and forty nights to think all those tomorrow’s were never to be,   hey drown anyway.   Some days like some today’s should be, but are not necessarily all that they’re cracked up to be or is that just me…

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Nothingness tastes like strawberries

  If I am carried off in a golden chariot to those Elysian fields, it will only be because they’ll have mixed me up with some saintly soul. They all lie, they’ll tell you sixty is the new thirty but you’ll still die and shortly they’ll tell you what you want to hear and you…

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Ponytails

  I shall untwist this week until Friday, the spider says, not if I get my way. Looks like we’re all caught up trying to play catch up, I’m trying to patch up the holes in my schemes…

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