It's four forty five and I'm sick to my stomach, and I'm breathing through one nostril, and my eyes are burning, and I'm haunted by the memory of the Orange County Special Olympics Kick Ball Team in all their glory, and I wish you were here, and I wish I was there, and I wish pi was squared, and I've never had an out of body experience, or a pina colada, but I've walked on the wild side, and I've walked against traffic, and I'd waltz across Texas, and Taos, and Tawas, with you.
And the colored girls sing do do do, da do do da do ...
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