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second, jul watch me, catch me if i'm being corny, but jesus "christ" jones these songs taste so good like the goes straight to your head cokes in the twinkling glass bottles my mom would buy to appease us when she would take us out to bars so she could hang out with her old smoke-smelling cowboy friends. i can hear the heavy bell-chimes of all the quarters in her purse that she brought to keep us at bay with the absentmindedness of a pigeon feeder in the park: we would tug her away from the middle of a conversation every five minutes because we needed more change! fast! for the arcade games! i wanted to punch those buttons so fucking bad to get my name on those screens! |