Saturday, June 27, 2009
Smokers Don't Need Fireworks
Tomorrow we're having meat laid on red-hot steel bars over the cinders of aromatic junk wood and brush. We soak it in vine and sear it this way until it is white with pain. Upon removal from its host, we nearly always receive thanks. With those nerves and tendons gone, it can go about its business faith healing and puking on bartops.
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alcohol,
bloodsac,
economy,
Ilyn,
prayer,
Sears,
vittles,
woodcutters,
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