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"did you hear about the guy who self-immolated in the supermarket?"




"he was in the hygiene section reading the description of every deodorant and shampoo, once he got through around 3/4 of them he wept and then when he finished reading them all he set himself on fire. some of the employees doused him with stuff from the nearby drink aisle, so he's not dead. wether he is 'ok' or not is still a question for the doctors and psychologists that are hovering around his bed in the hospital."

yeah i remember that story
that one made the headlines

i can sympathize

of course i can sympathize

he was probably walking somewhere

he probably saw something in the fog

one of those smoky eves where

'its a night for jack'

'which?'

'the ripper'

'no tonight is werewolves, this one is too bright for jack'

'sure, but have you ever seen a thing in the fog?'

and when you get to where you're going

you remember what you came to do

and stuff you can do

when i get there,

at least I can put my face in a pillow and bawl for 15 minutes

at least once every 5000 years

and then i can look up at the ceiling

and i can look around

in all sorts of ways

it was early last night when
i drank all the beer


i drank such a great beer

and

i incurred a wrath or two

everybody just getting mad
that it was so early
everybody wanted to get drunk
and go to sleep


i had been sitting in my room
since the reagan admin,

just came out last night
to drink everyone's beer

who you callin a 3 beer queer?

before that, my fleece had felt pretty rough

i was out in the canyon, with my crook

feeling miserable with my babes

so i spooned out my own heart limply

and sort of slumped over to watch them go

because i just quit shepherding of all kinds

saw my babes going

away on their own feet

out of that canyon

and when i was by myself

well...

i guess i'll call the bite marks motivational battle scars:

after i cried a time or two behind the supermarket

i came out from behind a dumpster to stand at the podium

because i'm a really motivating kind of person

i wish you had seen the crowd

it was just like 5000 you's and me's

all i told them was,

"lets go to bed"

"everybody just go on to bed"

i told everyone i was big in japan


i'll apologize to everyone later tonight
but i have things to do

all associated with
flokati rugs

or rating restaurants

on the internet

"The pork chop was surprisingly juicy and succulent, something I've never come across when eating pork at a restaurant...which is why I hardly ever order pork."

"The service, garcon, was appalling"

"The marscapone filling picked up an unappealing aftertaste"

when everything could be padded and quiet

and we'd be really bawled up in the breeze

you were drawing something in the bigger room with the lights on

i was in the other one pretending to take a nap

yeah that sounds about right

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