Wednesday, November 3, 2010

broadcast from the post shop line

it's all gone wrong.
once, just once,
i'd like to give them a piece of my mind.
really raise hell,
born from their shoulder pads,
and set forth my howl
such to farewell their lapels.
it's just not on.
every time I visit,
(it drives me mad)
every time I visit,
they've changed something.
oh no. there will be
no sense of reserved compliance
or any naysaying in the bays,
from pew to pulpit.
the gall!
"due to circumstances beyond our control,
(good morning mr president)
stamps are now 50 cents."
this'll show 'em.
next time,
I'm bringing a letter.

Tuesday, March 2, 2010

March 2010


Artificial Sweetener in a Polystyrene Cup.

"There's simply... We don't..." Clive said as himself on his tea. It never him long to, and today was no exception.
"It's growing... and there's... made worse… we have..." said Clive. In an attempt to his down, he it as a whip.
"Cut it out, man," said James, who was not new to Clive burning himself. "We have everything we need. You can by over here."
"I am! Believe me... I spend…. You know… that's what... I'm, like... the critics... and then... and then... that..." James Clive to.
"Simplify your searches and let us meet again in an hour." James took his afternoon nap to think about Clive's hand.

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