not to be trusted around the usual common poisons the problems of getting together with the common folk accustomed to rotting their guts out on the commercial ticket imbibing whatever is on mid week special in the aisles whilst picking up a box of cereal for the kids the drinker searching for a flavour for a headspace for a shape of consciousness is left with the tail between the legs the teeth chattering and vomit upon the shoes there is no hope for getting work done in this state
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