Remember, FAM, it's a desert out there. Pack some extra orgasms just incase you find yourself. Because you will. At least thats what I conceive it with as one poet told me to say to another. And another. I got a gang of 'em. Architects that is. We need to corroborate on some illicital poetical bramble-bushable activity. Veritas. Word to the Water Front Street, man. But I'm putting you up on Video Library. The Pre-Blockbuster, buster. Check my checks, Joanie. I ain't lovin' Chachi.
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