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Free verse № 48399

Manhattan by night

Member since 2002 · Posted 1 May 2003 · 2 comments

Woody Allen never calls anymore, too busy I guess with an orphan bride. Oh well, who cares, he's not really funny anymore maybe he still plays the clarinet Up in the Hundreds, how did I end up here? Oh yeah, I have a thing for the puertoriquenas have you seen any? -Get lost, whitey! Hold on! I know a good place to get black-eyed peas, it's around the corner, by the OTB Let's pretend it's the eighties and get all coked up and wear suspenders Trump can't do a thing legally if we touch his hair. Just tell him that you have a hot sister who's dying to meet him. They thought they were destroying something, late summer 2001, but they ended up creating the impossible: a brand new neighborhood

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[8] horus8 1-May-03/1:12 PM Reply
I'll bring my magnum pi shorts and tri band colored tube socks and a copy of less than zero on tape (beta) and we'll listen to the psychadelic furs and sniff coke off of hookers named motiffa and density and Lavernously Squirrely.
[7] richa 2-May-03/11:04 AM Reply
Some nice comments
perhaps more smart than insightful