PLANKTON LIVES A
MISERABLE LIFE
Roger Stubblefield was once the name
of my face; I hated the practice of shaving.
Now I just go on, not caring, the heck with
the race; they're all raving anyway. Without
the Grateful Dead around, what the heck do
these people do? Your car has the aroma of
stifling butterscotch fabric. Come, hear,
Uncle John's Band.
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