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desperanceThat's the trouble with having mockingbirds in the back yard: there's a constant progressive lyric unwinding in my head, and it always wants another rhyme. You can end up in some strange places, and then find it still not to be an ending after all.
In other news, it's World Gin Day! WGD! Who knew?
And we have to go to a party, oh noes. I went to a party once, and I was barely in the door before mine host was handing me a glass of gin. Um, that would've been a pint glass. It had a slice of lemon and everything! Tonic not so much, p'raps. Everybody else went away in the end, and we sat listening to Tom Waits records until I fell asleep.
Gin good. We have gin. Good.
In other news, it's World Gin Day! WGD! Who knew?
And we have to go to a party, oh noes. I went to a party once, and I was barely in the door before mine host was handing me a glass of gin. Um, that would've been a pint glass. It had a slice of lemon and everything! Tonic not so much, p'raps. Everybody else went away in the end, and we sat listening to Tom Waits records until I fell asleep.
Gin good. We have gin. Good.