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Post-Minimalist Portrait of a Lower Middle Class American--Digital Text On Computerized Canvas

tequila smells like nail polish and then lemon put in it tequila now smells like nail polish with lemon and youre vulnerable to retching because nail polish regardless of whether there is lemon in it or not is dangerous because of fruity solvents like toluene and butyl acetate and ethyl acetate and plasticizers like dibutyl phthalate and to be perfectly honest its close to ruining the taste of the newly tried miller lite you had it had a crisp aftertaste like buttered bread the burger deserves a special seat in the hall of fame though hand the tequila off you dumb lightweight hand it off hes too into it now to notice you put lemon in it but who would care the lines of night seem to have gone away the lines of everything seem to have gone away miller lite tastes like beer now and thats it but youre buzzed those darn hops once delicious but now delicious but under wrong circumstances youll never be able to step foot into a spa without smelling five seventy five a shot tequila again will you you dumb lightweight buzzed off a single miller lite blah blah blah its only ten thirty and you can feel it that satisfactory dinner in your stomach and the beer in your chest and the confusingly unstoppable and insatiable drinking bird in your head as it constantly dips and rocks and your meal came out to fifteen dollars and the walk out the bar was filled with strong fear because what if you stumbled or something around all the older folk and they said look at these young bucks thinking they could drink but you know you really cant you dumb lightweight the lines are all fading they werent exactly visible once you boys got there now were they youve got a lot to figure out for yourself

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