4618. SO TIRED AS TO BE DEAD

SO TIRED AS TO BE DEAD

(john the revelator)

Go. I've grown this way. Over years -

so tired as to be dead. My single shot

sits on the shelf. Ophelia is arranging

yet another rainbow. Let's try hooking

up the Fitzgerald to the mountain bike

you're stealing from Kopp's. I won't

tell. In the morning, the guy from the

glass shop is the only one here.

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My eyes have seen the glory of the

coming of the horde. They are ripping

out the vineyards where the money

trees are stored. These boots are

marching on.

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Who ramped up the macadam to

these sky-high prices, John?