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There once was a man from nantucket... wait a minute wait a minute, everyone thinks that is played out im sure. Thats not what im here to talk about. Whats with the background music? Birds chirping. A man walks a dog across the stage. wha wha wha what? Is he...? munchies. This is what i want to run by you: I have something to sell you; its replicated artificially duplicated synthetic genuine pleather. For $20 extra you can pick one up that is stainless-steel-aluminum-chrome-alloy plated. If you call within the next 45 seconds well throw in a free tarot reaDin and a bag of potato chips. So of course you buy two and leave town. at this point "fuck it, what else is there to lose?" sometimes i like to flip a milk crate upside down and sit on it to watch the sun drip slowly onto the countryside and turn to molten lava destroying everything in its path. Horses, cows, hamburgers, pickles, lettuce, ketchup, mmm. Charred flesh and burnt fur, Sweet jebus. Take your mind out of you pocket and slowly slide it across the counter. Wheres mine? left, up, up, down, right. You really want to gamble. Just throw all your coins into the fountain and piss your life into a freshly opened water bottle, creating a mess all over you brand new suit and tie mother fucker! "where the hell is this going?" youre asking yourself. Well, im planning on going straight through the next three lights, then im gonna make a left on the second road past the church. THen get on the freeway, bury the needle, jump over a burning bus, then go back to bed.
Tired and lazy. You think the old guy in the corner with the little dog would mind if the bucket of water hanging over his head dumped out on him? Better yet, a train drops from the sky. A wolf howls and an alarm clock sounds. An old silver one with the two bells on top. Woo hoo. Full blown. dropped-top smokin ass cuban cigars with the radio blaring "you will buy some croutons, you will buy some croutons!" Take your mask off and show us what an ass you really are. Donkey dick sausage as its commonly referred to as. Hmm... It has been a while since i have heard the beegees...damn t.V. I hate remembering something that i dont necessarily want to remember. Only time will tell dear genius. Two great minds think alike and i think im over it.

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