Yesterday, there was an alternative little fool at my place, all-star, torn jeans, and various other stereotypes adorning him from head to toe. At a certain point, he asks me, "What do you study?" and I reply, "Literature," and he goes, "Literature ?????? What job opportunities do you have (with his features contorted) ????" and the holy response "And what job opportunities do you NOT have?" Now I picture this idiot spat on the face by teachers, relatives, and friends who then stick on him "I Love Job Opportunities" stickers.

Freak Zombies, who by some mishap don toxic Do-Re-Mi jerseys of insignificance. I want to break free from white mushrooms with fuchsia spots passed off as Vissani's culinary flair. Give me balloon audio de-genre in a carnal "Mad Max" drone from 30 years of jail. Give me avant-garde children with the Oedipus complex of John Cage. Give me Mark Sandman or Leonard Cohen, now!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

AHAHAHAHAHAH

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