May. 10th, 2010

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Hey, this is why they built the fucking place.
For sloe gin and for whiskey and for rye
And anything that lends a little grace
To our existence. Summer in the eye

Of suffering, a taste of autumn red
In January, flowing from the spring.
The best part vaporizes. Tears are shed
In concentrated form. Our waitress brings

Transcendence in a narrow silver glass.
The room is dark. The room is dark and sight
Is filtered through an erlenmeyer flask
And everything and everyone is bright

With something evanescent made of hope
And horniness, and common sense elopes.

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