It smells like we just looked each other in the eyes, at a glance, just. And ahead, Hangin at the Beach with Delroy Edwards in a haze you’ve held the last few days, but direction is rocky at the bottom, so why not hit a couple branches on the way down. Once you land, picking up the piece, observing bodily damage, and repairing a staircase back up is the challenge for whoever is might enough to accept it. Otherwise, there’s a rot that lingers, tagged in spray-painted on a dead body just blocks from the Roadhouse strip club — unrelated — soaking in the canal, where maybe these restaurants catch their fish for oil, or dump it. Both? Collecting a foam iridescent and slick on the surface, popping in bubbled bursts and you thought you saw a flame. And a yellow poncho and a taxi are what you see staring from the bridge, then driving off once the poncho enters the backseat.
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