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Extraneous-Thought Colander from the Hedonistic Existentialist with the Cotton Candy Brain

Saturday, March 05, 2005

brought to you by the letter...

Seasame Street is their drug lab/whorehouse and sometimes I think they are trying to kill me.

The letter "e" with his endearing smile.

The capitalized "A" with her snear and razor-sharp head.

The way a "z" zigs out of the way just in time.

A the "j"s smirk drop.

They'll stab you right in the back they will. And don't get me started on "Q" and it's incognito lower case.

The ones with the polka dots and the stripes... The ones that think they're animals.... The ones that watch you with creepy little eyes...

I shudder with fear that I will never sleep again.

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