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  • Slip Slap Johnny glided smooth and truthfully on the greased souls of his righteous shoes towards a downtown nightmare teeming with burning ladies willing to bestow neon love, for a price of course. Slip Slap Johnny, with a powder keg heart and a sharpened mind, smiled so as not to blow until he spied Mustang Sally tatterdemalioned in an array of blacks, smooth as midnight, careless as a newborn. Their windows locked, teeth arrived as lips rose, and words exploded like roman candles in the pitch. Fingers locked and hearts rocked, as the fledgling lovers moved effortlessly in a slow motion rainbow daydream through clouds of false hearts and bent and broken words until they willed awake the new Eden where it all began again with a heavy sigh.
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