MARIO
OK Mario, I hung my hat on Streibel Road,
right next to where you disinterred that martyr
you'd told me about : long, tall Sally and her
district distinct boyfriend, some Wally the Cow
in a sombrero. Everything was lying about, passive
to a fault - and the only active thing was how
my
heart grew faster and what was in my pants.
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She'd said her name was Sheba, and I quickly
threw her down. Had my moment, walked away
and never trembled again. Sheba was left standing,
right before the frozen mirror that was dripping with
her stuff. Like a dream run amok, this was all too
good.
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We barbecued the mainshaft, and I was her head
waiter.
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