Minimum wage, tips & the occasional shoe on fire. Footie decompression & poetry
procontestation thus no workable brainwave patterns (oh fuck). If I believed in karma, which I don't because then I'd have to believe in leprechauns and everyone knows they're extinct, considerable witnessing of the receiving end of this incoherent patron ur-demagoguery of the due to my frequent public extolling of the of the virtues of no gum flapping of the thee three of thes thuhs, phonetically. Got twenty bucks, now let's see if I've got a hundred fifty twenty ten five lines of non-gobbledygook. Wish me grand prizes and De Jongs for the competition. I Reagan the deadline so best look it up; in the near, Jetsonian future, methinks.
It's alive! It's alive!: later.