#matthewpasquarello

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what do we owe you. ice cream? chronic? brackets to win salutations stuck to shit tickets

rolled up,

stung wild bees stuck for fractions of seconds but hurt like buried stingers in ashes of hives. plural: winnings weren't anything to write home about but corner stores take our bullshit and stick to protocol, so why don't all of us mind our fuckin' business?

warnings. solitude and grins that promise you're leveling as good as gardeners come back with better-than-rough estimates, we'll feel as though handshakes mean something again

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Go buy a book written by ya boy

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"Hey baby, how you doing?

-me, talking to a guitar I haven't touched in a while.

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dear Matt,

You're a waste of a name. But the logic has stung the reasons and wasps aren't fully satisfied but they're all right, they're all right. You came back to at least half-respect the bing-watch of local television you happened to be a part of.

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Direct message me your name and address and I'll send you a free book of mine

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Being the warrior / stand by the warrior / talk shit about the warrior/ stand in the wrong line at the deli

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We had dinner with three generations and my grandmother told a story about how my mother, at 10 years old, put a thanksgiving turkey in the freezer when asked to go down in the basement and place the bird to thaw (they have a full-size freezer for meat and a standard fridge). Upon cooking time, the turkey was frozen as fuck and my grandmother was pissed at my mom.

When that story was brought up tonight on saint Patrick's day, she was doing the dishes after dinner. She turned and said, to a room full of justifiable laughs, "That's how I got so strong, Matt, I raised a bunch of dumbbells".

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get ready for the Matthew Pasquarello storm