didnt take him long
felon was an irritant a scab to pick at a wound in the top of his mouth that he poked with his tongue
itd heal
felon
he could go to Hell
although thawasnt a sound a good
argument
not by an atheist
awrightawright he could improve on Hell
give him a second
or two
three
four
five
coud lockup restrooms on courses he played so the fat old orange man
pissed or shat himself
IMAGINE
Secret Service shooting their way in
maybe
an errant deflectionricochet
like the one that got Kennedy
no groan
he was the Idea Guy
S S
says
He may have something there.
HELL
S S
bankshot Ooops
everyone makes mistakes SignalGate?
his point this evening
felons
tariffs
he calledem felon-riffs
has no soul originally
wrote cat has but felons too square
couldnt rhyme has a fifthgrade vocabulary his way out of a brown papersack lunch probably has no
idea like so manymany things what is that
went down the street to see the local backalley
bookie See Booker yesterday? I did He tryin’ to get himself killed?
Good trouble Good? That’s
called dead. In this hood.
Odds on felon-riffs
Felon . . . . riffs ? OH
I
getcha I getcha. Clever.
Tariffs.
Bets on short term pain
Short?
Thaswha I said
When you burn down somebodys house with
them in it . . . . that be short-term?
1838, Wednesday,
2 4. 25
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