Amanda Nadelberg
The game is a shut in. People
come for the company Please call
your broker. Let me call you back. The
idiot has a tremendous and large piece of
pudding, cottonballs and deafness stuck
up an orifice and his poems are shitty
to my hero's. I've always found idiot
poems to be dusty. And so it is that
wars are started. Shirts vs. Skins. The sun needs
rearranging, do bring your step ladder. What
will you do with all of these charts, and
would you make me a knuckle sandwich.
Take care to avoid serious injury, friend.
I am hungry. There's no wrong way to
eat any cookie. I've been thinking all day.