"Hi Mom, Satan followed me home. Can I keep him?"
These days things are just too fucking weird,...in a bad way. The King is Mad the country is bleeped the world is ending old pals dropping like the minimum wage, and I'm too freaked out to leave my digs.
That, and the price of fresh fruit keeps going up. Peaches $1.25 each?! I remember when that would get you a bag full.
Otherwise everything's fine....
Btw does Satan cook do laundry or give out winning Lotto tix's? I mean if he's gonna hang around he might as well be useful.
Morphine. Oh my old pal Morphine. Where are you when I want to overdose, and go to the Burning Pit of Forever. Everybody is there. Hitler Gandhi everybody. I can hardly wait!
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