I don’t really know what to
say. Well, I do, but I don’t want to
write it down. I want to obliterate it
into a million zillion pieces. I want to
turn them into cartoon characters I can erase, or I can crumple up and throw
away. I want to fly in the stars I want
to fall splat on the ground. This could
go on forever. Fat and wore cheap
suits. There, how’s that for something?
How much wood could a woodchuck
chuck if a woodchuck could chuck wood?
There is a party conference going
on and no one is winning.
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