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[aid] => mick
[title] => Room Temperature Vodka
[time] => 2015-01-26 17:46:52
[hometext] => I like my feet on the ground, even in the dirt
[bodytext] => Room temperature vodka reminds me of sweaty meanderings on the banks of the Mississippi as the money of New Orleans, in high towers and views and coolness see dots and specks (one of them me) populate the city they mold for better or worse. Would they come down to me? In Chinos and cotton (Egyptian of course) making mockery of the humidity soaking the first floor people they never see, they may look upon them, but (me), as an object- perhaps, exclaiming in delight, “Hey, that would make a fine painting!” The divide of Ralph Lauren and Salvation Army clothes goes so far beyond the thread count one hardly knows- I prefer the sweat, the drip the concrete to the comfy chair on the 20th floor- there's no enticement for me to abandon my soul for the niceties of such- Oh, wretched, soulless bore. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 149 [topic] => 48 [informant] => Invierno [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => EmotionalPoetry )
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