Conduit for Sale! (
Pavement)I'm tryin', I'm tryin'....
Imagine if you will Herr Proctor, alias a nobleman, son of son of scionscion. Part of his rich inheritance, parcel in generous [divorced sense]forklift beam. Certain plots of land and living quarters deemed by allgentlemen, and wives thereof, to be grossly humane and frankly, quite
[undirty]I'm tryin', I'm tryin'....
Herr Proctor, in his enviable good taste, tries quick escape gambit via localperiodicals, but no takers. The land [???] was stationed in a conduitbetween two cells, a veritable no-man's-land, [rain, the flophouse, cog-bone terrors] and carbon monoxide wallpaper. All [his brig-deck trina]boys ask: is it livable?I'm tryin', I'm tryin'....
Unable to bear the scandal, Ray, philanthropist, rents low-down scabhouse in conduit, Herr Proctor offers said land for a song, but no onewants to sing. In an attempt to maintain social privileges, yet mask it asgoodwill, he says to the conduit members, '
Take this rotten old tree andmake it bear fruit." Cheers erupted throughout the [???] settlement. An
Italian male was heard to say, "between here and there is better thananything over there!"I'm tryin', I'm tryin'....
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