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another pop up shop to replace the mom & pop pop pop pop shop til they drop shot to my top the old bones and joints of the city once considered pretty, serially murdered and laid to rest couldn’t pass the tests of gentrified wave and fentanyl breeze cleaning you up while you’re down on your knees but don’t worry moms and pops if you ain’t got the cash it wasn’t ever meant to last [[X->Contents?]] marks the spot

[align center] Malfunctioning effigy Train station catastrophe Two point two billion tourists Turning their necks to see Jesus Christ turning tricks with Well-practiced wrists Inviting a tryst Everyone {cycling link, choices: ['playing at', 'praying for', 'spraying in']} [[ecstasy]]

Black-eyed Violet From the first lick To the last drop-kick She go round the house Violet up to her tricks Gum taste like soap Gramma’s underwear- nope Don’t wanna go there, stop instead Erase you from my head, and say Nobody like you Violet (Nobody like you Nobody like you) When you’re drunk Like a punch to my stomach By route of my tongue Everyone knows When she’s ready to come Up for air Teetering tottering Down the stairs Caesaring, see sawing Someone hold her hair It’s thick, Purple chunks that stick Violent upheaval Violet, ya unbelievable, And I gotta say: Nobody like you Violet Nobody like you, nobody like you Nobody like you Violet Nobody like you when you’re [[drunk]]

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Contents THREE [[A Malfunctioning Effigy]] TWO [[east vancouver (main street)]] ONE [[Black-eyed Violet]]

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Black-eyed Violet Cocktail recipe 1 ounce Creme de Violet 1 ounce Blue Curacao 3 ounce Pure Cranberry Juice a splash of Grenadine a few bruised Blackberries Ice Step 1: Fill a lowball glass (or small mason jar) with ice and the bruised Blackberries. Step 2: Pour the rest over the ice. Stir roughly once or twice.

[align center] Down from above Up like a dove two-fisted, pistol-whipped and falling in love O-faced and shuddering Spitting and stuttering Nobody’s finished till I’ve had [[enough]].

[align center] Accidental orgy Messianic mentality Two point two billion christians Jerking their cocks to me Fucking and sucking their wives, you see They all leaving Just when we’re coming Everybody getting off [[simultaneously]]

[align center] Going down on my nerve Exponential curve Double-fisted ‘n’ Twisted Sisters of Perve Nuns lined up and ready to serve Wry-faced indulgences Dispersed and dispensed Everyone's eatin it like an [[hors d’oeurvre]]

[align center] Psychic emergency Paranormal insurgency Two point two billion ghosts Jibbering cacophony Each of them hurling an insult or three My own private roast No way to riposte Everyone bites off a piece of [[me]]

[align center] Down on your luck Tryin so hard to not sound like a cuck So many clark gables Lying and dying to fuck Friends and neighbours At the potluck Two-faced yet predictable Lies quite respectable Everyone of them coming unstuck.