St. Agave And The Aftertastes

5 billion edits and satisfaction is a cigarette and a cigarette is: being an alcoholic, 1 drink isn't a drink unless it's 10, and the next thing you know, but not until much later on, you're being rolled into the shed, asleep in the wheelbarrow, again, while your alley friends take turns playing wheelbarrow games with your checked out but still in residence wife. 5 million dollars, Mister Venture Capital? Arm locks and wrestling for air, blue pall for the leaky flue and visages, and two shots of tequila for their quickness and efficacy, i.e. That means it works like a Mexican. This has been a paean to the twins called my lungs, that used to live around here, once. 5 thousand ways to break your lover, shorty never could quite dial it in, but he has a legacy me and pensions don't; health care and batteries, so not included. And how do we crack the whip over the head of the subeconomies, while raking it as fast as a hand can travel over a fist, from all (but mostly under the table). 5 hundred an hour, because you bore me, and I can go to the safe place for days in my head at a moments notice. What is it in life, you seek above all else? 5 dolla winner, the hard way, is our way, e.g. suck a dick. Or some nicer equivalent, softer ending.