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[title] => Lincoln Continental 72's Blues.
[time] => 2008-12-13 04:40:19
[hometext] => so its not environmentally freindly, neither am I when you get to know me
[bodytext] => Lincoln Continental 72's Blues. Lincoln Continental 72's Blues. I want to buy an American car I want a big car, I want to buy a lounge room. I want some oversized, impractical Token I can love. I want to squeeze in six people in comfort, A streetcar too big for your driveway. I want a car that when it crashes It will take out a whole suburban block. I want to hear it, I want Detroit to hear it. I want a doof wagon A car you can't stop. A hot rod tractor A car you have to double park. Big & black & vulgar, Sinister, with a C.D. stacker. I want a car for happy motoring For raves & hiways & bridges. I want a conspicuous, vulgar Opulently Rococo chrome, Vinyl cheap, Airport west vehicle. A tank with ****, muscle with a bustle. Rubber with whitewall blubber, A fool with obvious clown cool. I want a car to war with. The car, a car that makes me think, That's an ultimate challenge With an airy artificial ride. I want a car that wins wars. I want a car like a Coke bottle. Like an angel. Gliding & greased on blood, A chariot that passes with the puff of Satan's black pipe smoke. A stomach churning sacrilegious hearse. [comments] => 3 [counter] => 199 [topic] => 64 [informant] => incognito_bombastus [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 10 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => ambiguous )
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