A LOT OF LITTLE ANNOYANCES
Mice on the piano keyboard? Well, that's
nothing I ever had to deal with. Mice on
the garage floor? Another matter; until the
Spring arrives in any case, and they flee back
outside. Phone calls galore? Oh sure, and every
one of those bastard-constructed auto voices
cannot pronounce a god-damned thing right.
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What gives, and how have we dwindled? The
same 40 idiots ate the same 40 idiots, staring
at screens in their hands? Doesn't take much
of a malarkey brain to get into that, but don't
they ever take time to reflect?
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