I know what that
chair is for- to hurl
against the enamled
walls. I get that the
CD's are to be whipped
like razor sharp frisbees
out the moving car
window. I feel that
I received a permit
to bang my head
against the wall at
a fantastic decible.
I understand that every
now and again I can
accidentilly trip an old
bag. What I don't know,
is why the hell science
never answers my desperate
call? Might as well pinch
an infected area, assholes.
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