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He was a in pretty fruzzle, that mista was. Shafty, shafty! Endless Night Festival from dusk till dawn and three-quarters back. This City Cage gig is not to be sneezed at, I swear to you.
Got Jaynie Monday. And the Swooners. Together like. Like? You like? Like hell!
But this ain’t hell. This Shiner Town for ya. Heavens, yeah. Jaynie and the Swooners classic noodlanding stuff kinda. Thingy. Flashy. Spunky! Ooh, baby hon, something to touch. Touchdown. Down to Frenzy Quarter and gimme the absinth blues. Greener than the bay tree that flourisheth. Midsummer Nightmare. Ah, no. No no no. Whatcha poison? Gimme.
Frenzy Quarter… City State of ages by brilliance and Thingummy.
Thingummy Jig! Dance, jangle, jig. Dance. Lovely Jaynie minute maid. Question of Time.
Or is it? Who cares? I care. You like? Take it, take it, or the guys with the bin get to brawlin’ too soon.
Ssssh. Loosen up, for sake. Sake Cups Chop Sticks Shiner Town. Where and when and who and how? Touchdown two. Gemma dear, Gem of Gems. Come. To the Loosen Up And Booze Down Alleyway. Daddy’s in the alley lookin for fruit. Slowdown lowdown dog. Dig it.
We’ve seen them all. That my feet? Yours? This her hair? Theirs? Those my Fingerspitzen? His? These for free? Sold! To go. One down, two down, three down, yes to go. Some flashy memory-messer-upper thingy stuff and nonshense, eh, Gemma? Hey cherry, you look like a Swooner… maybe that’s just me tho…
Gone gone. Psychophonical microphrenical musilogical mess all over three neighbourhoods.
Be afraid! Fear the silence! Silence means end!
But no end. Endless Night. Cavanagh is still singing… singing. Blue.
Dig it.
Out.

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He was a in pretty fruzzle, that mista was. Shafty, shafty! Endless Night Festival from dusk till dawn and three-quarters back. This City Cage gig is not to be sneezed at, I swear to you.
Got Jaynie Monday. And the Swooners. Together like. Like? You like? Like hell!
But this ain’t hell. This Shiner Town for ya. Heavens, yeah. Jaynie and the Swooners classic noodlanding stuff kinda. Thingy. Flashy. Spunky! Ooh, baby hon, something to touch. Touchdown. Down to Frenzy Quarter and gimme the absinth blues. Greener than the bay tree that flourisheth. Midsummer Nightmare. Ah, no. No no no. Whatcha poison? Gimme.
Frenzy Quarter… City State of ages by brilliance and Thingummy.
Thingummy Jig! Dance, jangle, jig. Dance. Lovely Jaynie minute maid. Question of Time.
Or is it? Who cares? I care. You like? Take it, take it, or the guys with the bin get to brawlin’ too soon.
Ssssh. Loosen up, for sake. Sake Cups Chop Sticks Shiner Town. Where and when and who and how? Touchdown two. Gemma dear, Gem of Gems. Come. To the Loosen Up And Booze Down Alleyway. Daddy’s in the alley lookin for fruit. Slowdown lowdown dog. Dig it.
We’ve seen them all. That my feet? Yours? This her hair? Theirs? Those my Fingerspitzen? His? These for free? Sold! To go. One down, two down, three down, yes to go. Some flashy memory-messer-upper thingy stuff and nonshense, eh, Gemma? Hey cherry, you look like a Swooner… maybe that’s just me tho…
Gone gone. Psychophonical microphrenical musilogical mess all over three neighbourhoods.
Be afraid! Fear the silence! Silence means end!
But no end. Endless Night. Cavanagh is still singing… singing. Blue.
Dig it.
Out.