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night of the ever loving skeletal family poker night

To: poker-night
From: electroblake
Subject: night of the ever loving skeletal family poker night
Date: Thu, 3 May 2007 18:54:51 -0400

And in the depth, as the last few corpses lie rotting on the slimy
thoroughfare, the shadows lifted from the roofs of buildings high on
Winter Hill, and red mutant limes squeezed their juices into cocktail
glasses cracked and stained by painted lips. No more big wins.
Frosh with eyes of crust sucked on crust with eyes of lust and one
thousand californianoids split off to the East Coast, coveting the
highest highs of the choicest freshmakers like packs of frogs
assaulting glass ponds of the minds eye, ripping and writhing
together in the shiny silver box: drowned keg standers funny bags
and bombay sapphire, crack (ahem) – any day now – the fear of
liability fraud.

This ain’t rock and roll.

this is pokernight.

XX xxxxxxxxx xx. #X

ps. I finally found tonic water made with cane sugar!

pps. bring booze and other consumables, you moochers!

ppps. “first hand at nine”

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