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Being 'alliterative' in a small town.
This post'll be part prank, and part piss poor pragmatism.
I live on the southeast side of Texas between Houston, Hempstead and Humble. I matured in a minor mudhut of a municipality called Magnolia, with people who pretend they are literate largely because they nicked a newspaper and contemplated the comics, though with a side serving of trash television. There's not an abundance of adolescents there either; so when I figured out my fleeting fortunes for a future there, I got the fuck out of fogeyville.
Because who wants to inhabit a hamlet with ignorant, illiterate imbeciles like that?
(Okay, I got bored before I got to three minutes.)
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Lead me not into temptation ... follow me, I know a shortcut!
As the poets have mournfully sung,
death takes the innocent young,
the rolling in money,
the screamingly funny,
and those who are very well hung.
Your days are numbered - 26,280 per person on average - 2,000,000,000 heartbeats ... tick, tick, tick
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