Crazy shit happens all the time! (I)

My friend Elizabeth was a little firecracker. She went to puces de lignancourt to buy some magical liquid. It was unavoidable; It not only took half the neighborhood with it, it left generations thinking, because she was freaking high!
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The man in the third phonebooth on the right at the jack off room in a gay bar was playing kikball. He was sitting with his girlfriend, a little pig, dressed in a pink dress looking like Miss piggy, because they were afraid to be caught, obviously the cops didn't know they were about to do it but eventually they'd discovered.
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Emma was a very happy cow in their lover's bedroom. She was stealing candy from as many small children as possible in 28 minutes, with a bunch of alcoholics, in a land before time but still in time so not really before it but amidst the cycle of age progression, because she stole some magic mushrooms from Stevy.
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Arnold Schwarzenegger was hidden in the kitchen cupboard scrubbing his ass with a toothbrush with San Claus' top elf because they ate all the cookies before church.
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A fire marker was in an isolated island and at the side of our hero stood a youth of but tender age, with that one that your mother should know, when my wife is cleaning my underwears that it's to say, at the same hour everyday, because he couldn't stand licking more chocolate cake.

HUMO

Mi tributo al cigarro en el bar, al humo que se pega a la ropa, al que se mezcla con el olor del barril de cerveza, del chupito de whisky y el de tequila. A la música acompañada del papel que arde, al entornar los ojos para divisar el fondo del bar.

Mi tributo a compartir cigarrillo, a ofrecer ronda, a pedir mechero, a que te lo robe algún amigo espabilado, a la brasa roja de un extremo elevada el alto, por encima de la multitud.

Mi tributo al humo: al humo azul bajo las luces de la discoteca, al humo blanco al abrir la puerta del local, a la nube que sale de tu boca, al hilo transparente que se eleva hasta el techo.

Mi tributo al placer de poder fumar en buena compañía, acompañada de buena música. Hay cosas que nunca deberían separarse.

Bye, bye Miss American Pie