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Don't let me start on an endless chain of replies, life's too short. You sea monkeys like performing don't you? I must admit I was a little dismayed when I discovered you didn't live up to what I saw in the comics. I wish I didn't have x-ray glasses. And delivered Grit that fine publication. I regret I didn't have a Winchester rifle. Or a Joy Buzzer. I wish I lived in America that Great land of the fucked in the head. Really I do. The Statue of Liberty winked at Aztram, never trust a Statue that winks. The Indians haven't really forgiven you, nobody wants to be the enemy of The land of the free and the home of the brave. And those Chevrolet cars and all the Mustangs weren't where it was at. Hollywood could never take the place of a Queen. And there's nothing special about James Dean. The American Dream, turned out to be an ugly hallucination. Why would anyone mourn Dolly Parton, old wasp waist. But she had big tits, and where would we be without Dollywood. But I digress, It's dinner time I will go dine with David and Warwick and that other vegetable, and talk about nothing. But the staff treat me as if it were a restaurant. I can't wait to see that lady who's idea of relaxing is to have her head slumped back beyond human possibility and her mouth wide open. She's my worst nightmare. ![]() |