DATE WITH LAWRENCE OF ARABIA:
DINNER, THEN.
WE'RE GOING DUTCH.
TEN SHOTS OF WHISKEY WON'T COST MUCH.
I'LL GET YOU DRUNK AND WALK YOU BACK.
AT HALF PAST TWELVE WE'LL HIT THE SACK.
I'LL BITE YOUR NECK,
(MERE MORTAL'S SKIN),
RELEASE THE GOD THAT LIES WITHIN,
THEN CRACK MY WHIP
OF TONGUE AND WIT--
IF YOU CAN STAND THE STING OF IT.
8.25.2009
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