Jazzy, Fuzzy and Brandy Stirring down Bikini Bottom Eating crabby on the patty Let it rain, monsoon Until I see the crystal moon Bubbles in the puddle Dreams of blue in acid rubble Dancing still with no tax bill The monsoon went up the hill Blow typhoon, blow Blow the wheat beer in my rear […]
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I woke up realizing that I was surrounded by strawberries. Plump, juicy, well-shaped red drops of nature were all that I could see. Fields of strawberries stretched far and wide no matter which way I looked. I didn’t know what to do other than close my eyes. Living was easy with eyes closed, misunderstanding everything
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I drove along a wide and empty beach, leaving Mũi Né and all its elements behind. My next stop was Phan Thiết, where the plan was as simple as it could get. All I had in mind was find a motel in the water front area and just sleep all day. It was around lunch
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Remember when we both got woken up by a cockroach after we had our first coitus following our first date, a few days after we first met? We both jumped like bunnies in a field, startled by the dern roach and then your retarded fat cat was playing with that big bug in the corner.
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Noon was getting closer in a small town in Belarus. Pavel was one of the small-town people who would choose to step outside his modest abode. He’d been living in the exact same flat of the exact same building for no more than 51 years, 4 months, and one week and a half. At that
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When confiding something or sharing a story about myself, I have the deepest pleasure choosing as a subject matter one of the most depraved and notorious moments of my life. And such episodes never fail to entertain or at least awake an intense emotion on the side of the listener. At the same time, the
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I’m tired I’m tired today I was tired yesterday I’m not quite sure About tomorrow Or its predestined sorrow Or whatever luck I’ll have to borrow But I can most certainly Take a safe and easy bet That I’ll be damn tired too Yet not because I’m feelin’ blue. For tired I am Not flabbergasted
Every now and then one stumbles across some special character that tells something as stupefying and intriguing as it can get. Such an individual suddenly pops in and out in some of the most random place just to deliver an anecdote that simply can’t be forgotten so easily. And once that’s through, one doesn’t get
I’m stoned On a boat And I see at a table On the other side Of the boat An old man talking About some Thai dish He had with Hungarian sauce Chinese mustard And a big ass fish And after the talk Michael Jackson started playing And we both Looked at each other In the
I entered Budapest after seeing the Bavarian Alps and glimpses of Vienna on the way. It was twilight when the bus driver announced our arrival in the Hungarian capital. I followed Martina’s instructions (my peer from college), and after a long subway ride, I found myself on a cobblestone central street where an old tram
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