Started on Sep 03, 2015.
Completed on Sep 07, 2015.
The moon hung in the sky like a disco ball at an abandoned dance club. It held hundreds of tiny reflections of moves busted round and round in golden times. It was the cherry in your Kool-Aid. . Oh, Yeaahh? Oh's a str8 Midas! He can align drums, hone yur discs or even resurface them...tell you when your old shoes shouldn't be worn...so...remember...everyth ing his middle finger touches approaches the golden ratio andhe has a latte' cache: Take that one to heart. We are starbucks, we are golden...How about some chess advice? No...Np. "I AM THE FUTURE MIKE!" shouts the Paycheck boss...(and that don't mean I am cake, McCoffeeclouds. Macleod'scoffee? Duncan? Dunkin? (La-Lah-Laurie's Blend? Ptooey!))..."Rush chiefly after absurdity into the creamer!" rail road warriors...Feral crusty punks disport getting baconmade in the streets...Pigs make sht but who runs Bard-O-Towne? Gotta check to see he who controls the nutmeg a byte me. 2 sitoids enter, one man leaveSSSSSSS...(takes a minute to return) a hot dohnet in the cold a sec money row Agent cooper loves his let 'em eat cake or, maybe, pie. Perhaps roasted partridge, too.
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