well, them clams shoulda been de-livered by 9 o'clock.
I'll have to run this by Gary -- watch my re-volver.
whaddya mean he ain't there? where the hell is he, then?
partyin' w/ The Scriptures, Last Night of the Old World...
Hum, we came rememberin' th' ol' TV shows, hum.
get some ol' blue smooch.
straight-up : pushing the numbers, vibration corteX &
a HI-speed bump up top, to wa$h the numbers, sliding
NOW, going again, again$t.
ONE adamant : a long wave from camp > Admission >
SEEMingly inter-related? none so much as a doubtful HUM.
LOOK -- I've got a warehouse full of android workers
who keep threatening to strike. I don't know -- what
would you do? Well, just forget about the tickets, then.
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