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Feeling festive? Or festively stressed? We got a Koala for that. The Koala-la-la-la @everbarla come by the Santa hut and catch Santa in training TWGRIM234 as we make your spirits bright or at least a little merrier if the sun hits you like a blinding...

Feeling festive? Or festively stressed? We got a Koala for that. The Koala-la-la-la @everbarla come by the Santa hut and catch Santa in training TWGRIM234 as we make your spirits bright or at least a little merrier if the sun hits you like a blinding snowball. #miraclebar #everbarla #everly #everlyhotel #kimpton #cocktailkingdom (at Everbar)
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The Ghost of Christmas Past visits @lostpropertybar this year. Featuring @parkcognac and @wgbrandy, a simple brandy cocktail from the worlds of old. Vanilla, lemon, simple and @liquidalchemist orgeat; this cocktail brings us back around the hearth of...

The Ghost of Christmas Past visits @lostpropertybar this year. Featuring @parkcognac and @wgbrandy, a simple brandy cocktail from the worlds of old. Vanilla, lemon, simple and @liquidalchemist orgeat; this cocktail brings us back around the hearth of Dickens as we remember what the true meaning of Christmas is all about. Eat, drink and be merry friends. (at Lost Property Bar)
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i can never say it

whatafkncunt

In poems, I can never say it straight and it’s exhausting.

Instead of  #$@&%*! , 

I say, this morning the sidewalk was littered with dead pigeons, I say

my gutters were packed with flightless things. the neighborhood was pillow stuffing

I say,

This Halloween, every keyboard will become a wailing wall, and every granola crumb a folded plea,

I say, 

If I can bring myself to leave it, every day after will be Ascension. 

I say,

the sidewalk is littered with dead doves and slain utility poles. i reach into my kidneys and pull what can’t be passed. She doesn’t even notice that all the channels are down.

How many times will I tell the sun to Fuck off when I really mean

you don’t even miss me at night?

The sidewalk is littered with dead children. She reaches into her esophagus, that wet tunnel, that slick pink and pulls what can’t be passed.

In poems, I can never say it straight and 

It’s so fucking exhausting.

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