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12:02 p.m. - 2004-07-26 sheri's jeans are jnco. they slide
over her hips, caboosing her pubic bone while she six-steps. she gives her candy away freely. its the nature of things. sheri's shirt says 'sisters'. sheri says she wants to roll. rockstar baby. funky breaks. there was this one time, in tiajuana, these traficantes con pingas min�sculo... they gave el peque�o their candy execution style to it's head. split it open (funky breaks). gutted it out (rockstar baby). paper mache skin, filled to the brim now sewn shut. pills popping through. when they brought the border bust, el gringo-on-patrol saw skin in the back(car)seat, taunt pampers sheen; too shiny. too blanco por los familia chicano, �sabes? �entiendes? no sisters here. no six-step san diego caboose. found: one carcass, 7-months. lost: one mdma carrying case. no se preocupe, querido; there's more where that came from. its the nature of things. sheri's water bottle is empty. she feels a beat match, black eyes and swollen lips in the club bathroom mirror. she's just nodding bobbing nineteen year old fanfare. freely, freely... she swallows again. after-hours american baby. anthem breaks.
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