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That's not my elephant!
The man  dressed like a modern day hammlet or Lady Ga Ga screamed 
in his best Justin Biber voice once told me one thing.

It was a good time to make my escape.
Spaghetti night wasnt my trip at Shady Pines mental home.
Allthough the vicodin and nyquill casarol was almost as good as grandma's
well minus the wild turkey.

But enough with the foreplay children.
Like a big girl named Ella with a cute personallity at a all you can eat 
Buffet.
I was off like lindsy lohan outta rehab well except 
without  a  bad coke habbit.

The drugs,The wreckless abandon but enough about my fellow second graders.
In a borrowed mustang with a matching platinum card i was Vagas
bound.
And remember kids if your gonna commit grand theft auto  dont 
get busted for stealing hybrid well unless your trying
to be fashion forward  or a dirty hippie.

As for the credit card if your gonna sit in grandpa's lap why not
get paid  thank you dimentia   like he'll remember anyways 
that and my granpa's dead hey a girl has her needs.

The trip was destined for madness  many hangovers and 
much perversion that do to restrictions we can not bring you here 
but what was the bill of rights but a big book with a lotta large words 
not covred in high times magazine.

The road so strange and tempting like dirty little hamster 
in this wheel we call seduction dam Gone With The  Wind  or
that other romantic wet dream of litriture called Twilight.

Yes this journey would have been epic.
If that acid hadnt kicked in and left me deep in conversation 
with a hub cab  but dont stop beliving.
For if not for hope or really good drugs, booze and tight skirts 
We be just like another third world country 
Dam you Alaska.

And so like that pig named porky  
Who really needs to watch his feet.
This  was your bit of Gonzo 

And that's all folks  Stay Crazy
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