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Originally published in Literary Imagination, 2006. Fetching killjoy Mavis Wax was probed on the quay. “Yo, never mix Zoloft with Quik,” gabs Doc Jasper. One zany quaff is vodka mixed with grape juice and blood. Zitty Vicki smugly quipped in her journal, “Fay waxes her butt.” Hot Wendy gave me quasi-Kreutzfeld-Jacob pox. Jack's pervy moxie quashed Bob's new Liszt fugue. I backed Zevy's qualms over Janet's wig of phlox. Tipsy Bangkok panjandrums fix elections with quivering zeal. Mexican juntas, viewed in fog, piqued Zachary, killed Rob. Jaywalking Zulu chieftains vex probate judge Marcy Quinn. Twenty-six Excedrin helped give Jocko quite a firm buzz. Racy pics of bed hijinx with glam queen sunk Val. Why Paxil? Jim's Bodega stocked no quince-flavor Pez. Wavy-haired quints of El Paz mock Jorge by fax. Two phony quacks of God bi-exorcize evil mojo. What joker put seven dog lice in my Iraqi fez box? c2006 by J. Robert Lennon. |