Drifted, dazed, I'm up at Bellevue Bellevue Bellevue and drinking champange. Down the streetlives a man, onced fucked, twice removed. I'll take another drink and pass the bottle to PlaytapusRex. He laughs and spits the champagne out of the bottle and into his mouth. Marvelous.
Twisted, beyond reasonable doubt, towards the setting sun. Below blazed the freeway which is backed up andsirens and wailing. I'd write more on it, but we all know city life. Dazed, Reckless and much morethan convenient descriptions abound. I'll give if you do.
We get up to leave but something draws us back. Aqua Marina is passed out on the bench, wimpering about He-Man and the princess of power. We lug her up the street and string her up to the sign posts advertising Bellevue Bellevue Bellevue.
Rex and I romp down the road and smoke a bowl of Salvia. Wishing and washing our hands, we divulgeinto a sea of delicious redvines, creating a rope to swing down the road on. He asks me what doth my purpose be. I tell him to fuck off and take another swig of champagne. It's classier that way.Move over, we're heading north now, Vancouver B.C then onto midnight.
In my rear-view mirror I can see her facetied to the post advertising Bellevue Bellevue Bellevue. I almost feel sorry for her. almost.We strung her up good. Slammed the nails home. Almost christ-like.
Afterwards we all felt relieved.
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