I was a victim of an alcohol detector by the name of Harry Green, and as an alcohol detector he was so fresh and clean. I drank in third world dives, and I crept through the alleyways as Harry Green the alcohol detector was on my tail. Alcohol detector Harry Green would one day catch me and reform me into the man I am today, into the strong religious sprit that I am now. In my pasties and green tie back then at the rainbow cafe on Derelict Street alcohol detector Harry Green and
his brain washing machine finally tracked me down.
Alcohol detector Harry Green was a mean alcoholimetros detector who chased alcoholics through Mexican streets where we hid in the fields of Cardicomentane near Mayan temples of yesteryear. You’d meet old hobos that would speak of the “alcohol detector” as if he were a demi-god up their with Honixouitze the made up god of alcohol detector Harry Green who was a pathological liar on top of a damn good alcohol detector, alcoholimetros detector, or alcohol to the kids of
Mexico city, where old Bull Lee, the great user was tracked down by the alcoholimetros detector, alcohol sitting there by his blood sucking insect army that was often used by alcohol detector harry green.
Alcohol detector Harry Green, oh yes, he was mean. The drunks ran and yelled for help. He had a alcohol detector team, the dream of the non-delirium screams of dreams that ream the conscience mind. Alcohol detectosr like Harry Green and his team can be seen on the TV, lean, mean, and keen, ready to clean up the mess of the non alcohol detector world teaming and seething with drunks and bunks and humpier wicky umps.
AN AFTER NOTE: This of course was allegory for the horrible problem of public urination. why just yesterday I was walking down the street minding my own business that a young man ran up to me and urinated all over my new pasties that I had bought special for writing this piece of beauty that your eyes have just finished reading alone. It is horrible that the world has come to this and I mean it! Really, what have we come to in this day in age when people can go and pee on a poor man who is just trying to walk home and write something about Harry the alcohol great!
So when I turn over to my wife and whisper alcohol detector and she whispers back alcoholimetros detector a with her sexy accent that she has we both know that I was a wild kid— the wild one— a rebel without a cause and a drunk only because it was against the law at the time and alcoholimetros detectors were mean and visions things and men like Harry Green should burn in delirium hell for eternity. Meanwhile, I guess due to Harry’s efforts, I have turned the corner and am a content man. Perhaps Harry shouldn’t rot in hell at all. I have to go to work real soon. Did I tell you about my job with the Salvation Army working in the “toy shop” handing out toys???? It is a blast aside from this girl who hates my guts but whatever? I am about to go back to see my family for the first time in six years on the 25th on a plane– it is pretty crazy really at Christmas time at the Salvation Army– it is weird being on the other end of things.
his brain washing machine finally tracked me down.
Alcohol detector Harry Green was a mean alcoholimetros detector who chased alcoholics through Mexican streets where we hid in the fields of Cardicomentane near Mayan temples of yesteryear. You’d meet old hobos that would speak of the “alcohol detector” as if he were a demi-god up their with Honixouitze the made up god of alcohol detector Harry Green who was a pathological liar on top of a damn good alcohol detector, alcoholimetros detector, or alcohol to the kids of
Mexico city, where old Bull Lee, the great user was tracked down by the alcoholimetros detector, alcohol sitting there by his blood sucking insect army that was often used by alcohol detector harry green.
Alcohol detector Harry Green, oh yes, he was mean. The drunks ran and yelled for help. He had a alcohol detector team, the dream of the non-delirium screams of dreams that ream the conscience mind. Alcohol detectosr like Harry Green and his team can be seen on the TV, lean, mean, and keen, ready to clean up the mess of the non alcohol detector world teaming and seething with drunks and bunks and humpier wicky umps.
AN AFTER NOTE: This of course was allegory for the horrible problem of public urination. why just yesterday I was walking down the street minding my own business that a young man ran up to me and urinated all over my new pasties that I had bought special for writing this piece of beauty that your eyes have just finished reading alone. It is horrible that the world has come to this and I mean it! Really, what have we come to in this day in age when people can go and pee on a poor man who is just trying to walk home and write something about Harry the alcohol great!
So when I turn over to my wife and whisper alcohol detector and she whispers back alcoholimetros detector a with her sexy accent that she has we both know that I was a wild kid— the wild one— a rebel without a cause and a drunk only because it was against the law at the time and alcoholimetros detectors were mean and visions things and men like Harry Green should burn in delirium hell for eternity. Meanwhile, I guess due to Harry’s efforts, I have turned the corner and am a content man. Perhaps Harry shouldn’t rot in hell at all. I have to go to work real soon. Did I tell you about my job with the Salvation Army working in the “toy shop” handing out toys???? It is a blast aside from this girl who hates my guts but whatever? I am about to go back to see my family for the first time in six years on the 25th on a plane– it is pretty crazy really at Christmas time at the Salvation Army– it is weird being on the other end of things.
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