grudge begone, become
passé, a way to drain. say,
have you heard the one?
bars, stripper noise. dirtbag detector. automatic rejector. who’s the guy sitting right up front there? why does he stare so much? you’d think he never saw a woman before. what does he wear that long coat for? does he want people to think he’s a pervert? where’d he go? probably off to off some unfortunate humanoid traveller. have you ever heard of the dixie cups? let’s go to the chapel of love and get married. not to each other but to strangers. wouldn’t that be fun? i suppose it’d be more fun if it didn’t really have to happen. walk, walk, walk, walk,
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i’m hopin’ that you’ll be my baby.