Okay, so I've been claiming the whole "living in a world of shit" crap for a long time now and quite frankly, though not entirely run of its course, I'd like to congratulate the USPS for finally delivering something real and to all them fine folks who recipiented on the d-dial tonight. As far as Jesse and I are concerned, these shenanigans are gonna last and our humanity will shine through. Even if we are constantly vexed by a bizarre series of calamities. Troy? You can fucking keep it. Helen wasn't worth her pinky's weight in gold. But hey, no heroics... and most certainly, no poetics in this field transcript.
All we ever wanted was a peaceful drunk and a good poem to come along every-now-and-then.
And then we get a friend's S.C. to make sure everything is kosher where it don't make a sound. But we'll keep it light. C'mon sucker, talk to my corpse. Magnus dominus corpus.
I like d-beat bands, but I don't like tonal changes.
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