CRAZY DISMAL
Reading the spokesperson in
trouble once more. Again, crazy
dismal stuff. Holding forth with
fire in the palm of a hand, but
watching the flames sputter and
spit. Cats and dogs coming down
from the rooftop; how'd they get
there anyway? These aren't things
we need to know. Crazy dismal
Kokomo. Maybe they rained, and
ended up there. Again, crazy
dismal stuff is here.
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