"You don't shock me. I shudder with boredom at everything you do, from tattooing your dick to chewing on your own poop. Not only have I seen all of your weak gestures before, I've seen them done better... "
"he defaced hundreds of buildings with a goofy cartoon drawing of a Mohawk-wearing anarchist. The back of his leather jacket had an anarchy 'A' crudely daubed in white paint. Mark could be seen around town clustered with similarly disaffected youth, drinking out of paper bags, committing petty acts of vandalism, and plotting America's overthrow... "
"Your gizzard ululates with, "You sellout!" Well, the wealthy are the only ones who can afford not to sell out. Yes, there are a holy few who have refused cash when it's been dangled in front of them - they're called masochists. "
Unfortunately, not my deer.
My hunting buddy from MN reeled off a list of the dead, the jailed, the dying, the ones who'd cut their hair and now pass urinalysis. And I thought to my self... "Self; the whiz bang ain't what it used to be. Maybe you got out while the getting was good and the Somaliens haven't started bom-bing campaigns."
Anyways, the wreckage is spread all over the country... even across the globe. I think that I'll just sit up here and dip my brush for a while.
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