IF I'M NOT THAT I'M NOT THAT
The Finklestein brother I never knew just called me
a moron to someone else's face. How do I know? My
mental telepathy took me there. He's already so dead
he's bruised. The fireworks from the local town are
running off atop my head. Presented by the Corker
Brothers Extreme Flamigation Company, LLC. What
the hell is all that, and who's paying? The cops have
it in their maw to say it's all OK. I can't light a
freaking twig without someone on my case.
How bizarre the sightless world.
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Today was the close of something new. The sound
of music went on at noon - propagation,
flagellation, and fornication too.
The Good 'Ol' USA.
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