the new york sammys are fit for a king, paraded out; announced by harmonizing trumpets, trotted in on the royal white Clydesdale, unwrapped by decadently dressed virgins draped in jewels and his majesty's first bite blessed by the holly monks. Their divine taste would have you believe so, but no this cornucopia of deli treats are tossed together by the immigrant behind the counter and rolled so tight in butcher-paper that this makes me think that the whirlwind assembly has something to do with its delight.
todays song: Ha Ha by Mates of State
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