COMMINGLED MUSCLEMEN
The haven of the elixir went south for the
season reading with the light off and reaching for
the stars while here and there the two old train guys
frolicked with some lithesome badger carrying a torch:
'I salved my regina on Saturday last. What about you?'
The entire place erupted in laughter, the kind the doorbell
sells - madman cat-crawler Buddy Brittanica himself steps
up just the to say 'Ah, hey, before we over-reach, let's have a
minute of silence for the men in blue' and nobody understands
a word - 'guys with the blues?, fishermen with their catch?,
whaddya' think he means?' they said, parodying Carlton
Faraday the old bootlegger of Kensington Road. A round
of lame applause ensues. 'I'm warning you, don't do that
again!' is heard once or twice from the carbine tower
wherein the switchhaggler lived. 'All is calm in Littleville,
all is calm here indeed.' That was the last thing I heard.
The haven of the elixir went south for the
season reading with the light off and reaching for
the stars while here and there the two old train guys
frolicked with some lithesome badger carrying a torch:
'I salved my regina on Saturday last. What about you?'
The entire place erupted in laughter, the kind the doorbell
sells - madman cat-crawler Buddy Brittanica himself steps
up just the to say 'Ah, hey, before we over-reach, let's have a
minute of silence for the men in blue' and nobody understands
a word - 'guys with the blues?, fishermen with their catch?,
whaddya' think he means?' they said, parodying Carlton
Faraday the old bootlegger of Kensington Road. A round
of lame applause ensues. 'I'm warning you, don't do that
again!' is heard once or twice from the carbine tower
wherein the switchhaggler lived. 'All is calm in Littleville,
all is calm here indeed.' That was the last thing I heard.
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