Speed Reader

Zooooooommm-! * * *~ *°

1 p.m.

The big sign that you have gone nowhere! So sorry, losers! Thanks for playing.

1 p.m.
has nothing nice to say to you. What were you thinking? “Big reward time”? Its lunchtime.

You get to eat. And then use and digest that food feeling hurt and sad thoughts. Oh maybe you are through already?

Well, good job, then. Sorry. Yes, you are quite completely done with all your junk by noon. Way to troop.

But you have not pooped lunch. Who is in command? YOU are, silly. Dump those troops over Tim Buck Toity into the Maelstrom to fight Beowulf’s sister Grendela Munchhousertonfelder.

(You know those German words take a beating but don’t break apart because they are FORMED before 1 pm. In the bm.)

I hope you have a good p.m. and your b.m. is your own biz. I won’t ask, okay?

-andy
Drezzed
like gramms
Nurse namd Bart

N123

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Dextromethorphan Hb use
Since 1999 to 2013
Symptoms, side effects

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Hmmmm.
Why not?
Why not?

What Bothers Me Most About This Picture Is…

   Is that horses.. do not LOOK at the painter. They don’t give a CRAP about portraits. I mean, they will crap, but probably not in mid-air as the colon probably cinches up with a jump.

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      Do YOU cinch up with a jump? Don’t tell me. Don’t tell your priest. No, wait.. DO! They need a laugh.

    Don’t mess with people at funeral homes, pleeease?? Do you know, they have to pretend there are not bodies in the joint. Or maybe that’s me.

      I went to a mauseleum. True story- I know my credit here is NO GOOD, but its true. I visited gramma’s grave and I said, “See YOU SOON!”- meaning like FIFTY YEARS. Soon enough. I got shit to do.

       So I told a funeral director THERE a joke about… Uh… dead animals. He laughed and was reluctant to enjoy the joke. I saw Harold and Maude and I finally got it. I guess.

      Do you want to know the joke? Too bad!!

      Huh.

      Well?

      What do you need?

      Okay.

      Bark dust.

      Oops.

      What do you call a cremated dog?

      Oh, shit. I failed.

What Do O’s Feel Like?

“Oh dee O!”

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      Well, one pops ’em out of a box and hopefully you add some milk and sugar and go for it. I use a Cool Whip container to have more of ’em because a bowl doesn’t belong in the bedroom at night. You could step on it and the ceremic will cut your foot.

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    What you want is total satisfaction, right? Bring the box and milk with you.

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     And what do O’s feel like? Who cares! Its nutty goodness out of a factory! They probably add weird crap that causes health problems. That’s why eating Toasty O’s is good naughty night time fun! The more sugar, the more you will die a lot. What is so bad about a little death?

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What Do O’s Feel Like?

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      Well, one pops ’em out of a box and hopefully you add some milk and sugar and go for it. I use a Cool Whip container to have more of ’em because a bowl doesn’t belong in the bedroom at night. You could step on it and the ceremic will cut your foot.

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    What you want is total satisfaction, right? Bring the box and milk with you.

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     And what do O’s feel like? Who cares! Its nutty goodness out of a factory! They probably add weird crap that causes health problems. That’s why eating Toasty O’s is good naughty night time fun! The more sugar, the more you will die a lot. What is so bad about a little death?

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The Russian Roulette World Champion…

     …has terrible aim.

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How could anybody devalue their own head?

Yes, it ends your life. Maybe.

I read online suggestions of other places to shoot to end life.

I think that is as nifty as someone taking the time to correct others’s masturbation rituals to be “better”.

Oh I know something great!
This is how to jam a pencil under your knee cap.

Oh I have a piercing on the bottom of my foot.

I hate guns.

I like them in a professional’s hands. I am not a professional. Not a cop. Not USMC. They can do that.

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I like the shucking sound of a fitted bullet.

The spin.

The hinge.

I used to have a .38

I once had it unloaded. Checked it to immediate certainty and mocked a
shot to my head.

I regret THAT.

I VALUE the hell out of my life.

God takes the hell out of me.

I am sorry for a lot of things.

There are good things that take the sting out of life.

I cannot name them.

I am too busy holding on.

I am held.

I want to be held.

As I sit, I want to be alright.
I want promises.
I have them.

I feel pain and a stream of invisible song. Every race is red inside. I am red inside.
And hope and joy are welcome.

I want to share the location of the fountain… back up inside.

You Two For Free

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And you givvvve

And you givvvve

And you GIVE
        YOUR ALBUM
     AWAYYYYY

LOL

“Ayy.. we uz add thih pub
An the Edge he say, ‘Adam
maybe if’n ya poz nekkid anodder tyme’ an
Adam (hesoftspokenasitis you know) he lydes up a cigarret and says

No

And Im like laffin me-ass off de whole time and we said ‘aw stuff it’ just lets put the album out fa freeee

And the IRA actually sen us a get well card nah im just fula shait…