Well, I would say that all in all, America, you are slightly below average.
Suburban mediocrity, repeated failures, underwhelming successes.
My grandiose ideas will see the light someday, I know.
But not with you. Not today.
I bought a fischer price kazoo/recorder/trumpet/trombone/slide whistle from the schizo cat lady and paraded around a barbeque. Not really the amplified show I practiced.
Then I failed to get this guy.
Then I DJed at 3:30am.
Ginsberg and Waits were being elusive.
Even Iggy Pop is going French now.
Are you liberated?
Happy fourth.
Fifth.
Meoww.
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