Monday, August 3, 2015

pervasive pyrexia

grammar prigs are alive and well in the unzoned hinterlands of Ballard. 
sexy, mysterious Madrona. 
unsodden sod. 
day drinkers at Shorty's. 
15th & Mercer. 
the Tampon Tree, Ballard. once there was a tree, and she loved a little girl- forgive me, never mind. 
I recently mocked the whole Chardonnay-with-ice thing, but it's been so goddamn hot that I finally relented; when spigoted directly out of the classy refrigerated Trader Joes Boxed Wine bag it was simply not refreshing enough! and with ice it's fucking delicious! fruitless sangria, I call it. 
we are all hot lazy mammals here.
"if your dog is constipated, why screw up a good thing?" David Letterman 

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