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ComfortLet it slide down your throat
Where are my keys?
You can feel that music creeping under the carpet
Sure, theres plenty of room for all of you
Little pink pills wriggle into your palm, synthetic grubs
God Sherry, move over youre spilling my drink
You dont know what it wont do, but what else can you do with them?
Can we put Radio Disney on? I want to hear Miley Cyrus parrot sing Amazing Grace
Show Mommy youve ate all your carrots and THEN you can have dessert
Jesus Mike stop swerving out of the lane!
Shut up Dawn. Cant you see Im Driving?
Dont act like you can see that piñata with a blindfold on.
MIKE! WATCH OUT FOR THAT TRUCK!
Is it all that fun when you cant remember what happened?
Yes, officer, he just rammed into the side of my trailer.
But dont you worry for a second
Can you identify any of these bodies?
Grip your hand tight round that glass
Attention Regan High School, last weekend fo
All Here For A ReasonI turned onto a shady, well-manicured driveway that, for all intents and purposes, looked harmless enough. Maple trees lined both sides of the street, and a parade of Canadian geese marched across the road to a wide duck pond with a flamboyant fountain. There were blooming crepe myrtles and rose-of-sharons, and as I grew closer to my destination, neatly trimmed gardens with neatly trimmed bushes.
I stopped to let the geese pass. They looked at me; one hissed. I honked my horn and moved around them.
At the end of the road sat a collection of grayish buildings and a number of signs directing me to the appropriate parking lot. "Welcome to Ten Creeks Hospital," said one of them. "Please enjoy your stay." I parked in the visitor's lot. Surely I wouldn't be staying.
I was shaking when I got out of my car. I had spent the morning getting high. One foot in front of the other, flip-flop noises, hot sidewalk. Mulberry and magnolia trees, freshly shaved grass. A bench and pan for smokers. A set o
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