whisky is a god-
is a booze!
i bow to/humble
and weep . . .
if its gone again
or
hurting
me.
i notice i got green potatoes in a thin white bag
on the kitchen chair.
green potatoes!
i am staring at them and pondering bigger things.
(whisky!)
datelines Browns wet summer
of clown car terrorists-
the doors fall off/hes on fire etc
weird wet summer fug.
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