Celestial Masochists

cheer the hell up if you can nothing cheats the hangman like enthusiasm since my next act will be to answer all your questions as your tenured professor of dyslexia throw down your eye wear blurry is the truth although your blur is quite distinct from my blur but it pays off in the election booth at just the right moment in just the right amount lips motorized and on fire forced to believe your own thoughts as if they were your own snicker now for a word from our sponsor grab a beer and join the club after a hard day at the pencil I like to unwind with a cold bottle of Trapdoor and enjoy a little engineered cultural amnesia which is the key to our human condition doing this with a straight face which is the key to its condition pull tab generic mockery praise the miraculous bounty of irony them dinosaurs should have said please and thank you might have avoided that extinction now where the Sam heck were we oh yeah they've turned being a nervous wreck into an empath elite vanguard ideology the saddest thing to see is a human refusing intelligence dilettantes gazing upon a merciless universe on the lookout for the punch line the wish is mother to the thought wait there’s more basically we contain period and another evil is bold and bold is a virtue no brakes amplify a refusal to hide what you know no gears second source every thought no wheels yah yah another groin clutching car chase zany and hysterical in autumn colors you desire a mechanism by which to name things incorrectly and for which there is no cure as long as nobody reads this I'll be OK