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The Giggle Paradox (the twelve day index game) He shattered, and I blew into his laughter, crazy as it was, he cried continually, "Let the good times roll," like they weren't already there. I pulled my six, and pulled gently, strumming her belly like she could feel every one of my grooves, breathed in that sweet air, and sighed, watch the sky for me, because thats where i'll be found. you may not see my stumbling shape, but that's where my breath will be bound, hold on for me. that was understood, just fan your face from the smoke, pondering all those your cortex stroked, oh that, laughter galore, smoothe, my redneck air, flinch at the turntable clicking , like you were giggle paradox, you know that guy on the corner, who smacks his whore while begging for white-house reform. |