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I learned to love it in new_orleans from a short, skinny, too many cigarette smokin man named stan. It's a sweet, warm, corn blanket. There's a point where the rocks melt just the right amount--cool smooth caramel vanilla oak. And I mean the good stuff.
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ever dumbening
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can be pronounced either "bore-bone", like pedro (or simply called pedro), or "boib'n", soit'n'ly
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kelli crane
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one bourbon one scotch one beer
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sting
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moon over bourbon street
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nowhere on nitros
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an angry flightless bird
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come to me. i need you.
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maker's mark everett it hit me like a ton of bricks but i remember what i was wearing, the look in his eyes. inner circle on lincoln avenue, when we were smiling.
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a heavy glass is important, you have to know that this has a special purpose. it holds your liquor. you drop the ice from the perfect height too high you chip the ice, it will melt too fast and water it down. too low and you miss that sweet sound on the glass. you raise it to your lips and hear the melodic chimes of cubes on crystal, dancing in that swirling brown heaven. it burns going down. the burn is good, real. satisfaction at something done right. one drink is too many, two will never be enough.
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so instead of pining for my delphic moment..or the kiss of cassandra..maybe i should just let the mists and spumes..that sublime evanescence of freshly poured bourbon set that army of little red men loose..kick back with a pint until i find my groove..but then my body can't really process alchohol, nor my striated spirit..so i'll sit here and brood..and endure this dry time..writers block and all that..i want my mouth to be pregnant with words..i want to cook the rocks and peirce the muses heart and have her bleed her entirety into this parched waste land..mumble grumble tumble weeds..amble by..and still no reply.. ...
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Have you tried laying some fruit and fish upon the alter?
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burr bin
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unhinged
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i guess this wasn't the first time i've had an affinity for bourbon but he drinks old crowe by the liter; bourbon, just sweet enough to go down well, but the after sting makes my nose tingle and i want to shake such feelings out of my head
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what's it to you?
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