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Not Really a Po-Am but maybe a Staxx |
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So my progressive man crush dropped out of the race and I have this intense fear of satellite war ruining my outer space retirement plans. These things have kept any word smithing on my part to a minimum. I still glue shit to other more delectable shit here and there, but no po-ams in verse or otherwise.
While a 5 piece nugget from Wendy's will still make me poop, I have been learning how to stop worrying about the economy. It comes to me in ideas on how I can turn my stimulus package into a fancy chrome sex toy or invest it in the salty Polish goat cheese called "Oscypek." The EU has just made it a verifiable regional product. Soon it will be on buns everywhere.
My loans go up
My lust goes up
Temperatures go up and so does the price of coffee in Caracas
With hopes for your approval I submit these images alongside this dictum:
"Get a fucking job and buy your own damn cigarettes you stinkin' hippy."
I am bloated and sugar holed when I realize that I AM AMERICA.
There are plenty of good things to spend that stimulus check on, that's for sure…
So many broken dreams. or none at all. Omar is dead Omar is Dead
These are nice pieces. I like the top one especially, it's a good self-portrait.