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You don’t know her life, she’s existing, you’re existing, she’s standing over there, you’re standing over here. you wanna be in her life, you want her involved in yours, is some clue to the riddle of a couple pairing,

‘look at this mess, who could love me like this? All of it as good as it will get, you want me in your life?’ was the story of a poor boy living in the ghetto, in the ghetto. Goes no telling of attraction that ties us together, if she likes you enough the lady will ride ya’ dick under a bridge, if she likes you, but — you know you don’t want to be fucking under a bridge, mann.

A little more than what you thought you could, a little more. Somm’n like that.

IT’S TUESDAY MORNING, IMPORTANT DAY FOR OUR JEWELER, TIFFANY’S HUSBAND, LILS FATHER. HOW DO YOU THINK TIFFANY FEELS? SHE WOULD LIKE NOT TO BE TEASED ABOUT HAVING FALLEN FOR A JEWELER. THE JEWELER HAVING FALLEN FOR TIFFANY, WHAT SORT’OF COINCIDENCE IS THAT? WELL, I DON’T KNOW TIFFANY, THAT’S CAESAR’S WIFE. FACT IS SHE LIKES TENNIS SHOES, SNEAKERS, TENNYS. NO LOUBOUTIN, JIMMY CHOO, NOTHING, TIFFANY LIKES TENNIS SHOES, DOESN’T OWN MUCH JEWELRY; REGULAR GIFTED NECKLACES, A FEW ACCESSORIES, AND A FOUR CARAT, COLORLESS, GRADE E CLARITY VVS ONE EMERALD CUT WEDDING RING, OF COURSE. THEY OWN A BIG HOUSE, THE DUDE’S NAME IS CAESAR, IT’S COMING ALONG. CAESAR LOOKING AT COATS, LOOKING AT SWEATERS. IMPORTANT CLIENT, IMPORTANT ASSOCIATE. THE WORK SPEAKS FOR IT SELF, OR DRESSED FOR THE PRESENTATION? ’WHAT’S THE DEAL, CAESAR?’ ENTERS TIFFANY. ‘I WANT IT TO BE DONE. I’M EXCITED, IT SHOULD BE GREAT, BUT IT’S NOT DONE,’ ANSWERS CAESAR. ‘THAN THAT’S WHAT YOU HAVE TO SAY, SORRY, AHEEMGOTBARS, I NEED MORE TIME,’ INSISTS TIFFANY. ‘HONEY, THE MAN’S ON TOUR, I CAN’T HAVE HIM SCHEDULED TO BE HERE AND HAVE HIM LEAVE WITH NOTHING,’ SAYS CAESAR. ‘CAESAR, PLEASE. ASK HIM FOR A FEW DAYS. YOU — ARE A GREAT ARTIST, HE’LL GIVE YOU MORE TIME. WORST CASE SCENARIO, YOU SCHEDULE TO DELIVER WHERE HE LANDS, NEXT,’ SAYS TIFFANY. ‘YOU’RE RIGHT. IT’S WHAT I HAVE TO DO,’ YES CAESAR, TIFFANY HAS RESOLVED YOUR CONCERNS, ‘HE CAN’T LEAVE THE BUILDING EMPTY HANDED,’ CAESAR FURTHER REVEALS. ‘YOU’LL THINK OF SOMETHING, COME. LET’S HAVE BREAKFAST,’ SAYS TIFFANY,

THE OFFICE, JEWELRY STORE, IS DECK’D OUT. ITS IN A SHOPPING CENTER AND SHOPPERS MUST WANT TO FIND IT FOR A VIEW OF THE LATEST GEMS. THE MERCHANDISE IS ON DISPLAY UPON ENTERING. THE OFFICE, STRAIGHT AHEAD, UPSTAIRS. IS CAESAR, DRESSED FOR THE PRESENTATION, HE NEEDS MORE TIME, IF THE CLIENT SNAPS — AT LEAST HE HAS ON A COAT AND TIE. ‘CYNTHIA,’ REQUESTS CAESAR. ‘YEAH,’ ANSWERS CYNTHIA. ‘GET ELIJAH WITH THE HOUSE OF MENDI ON LINE ONE, PLEASE,’ SAYS CAESAR. ‘ON IT,’ REPLIES CYNTHIA, LEAVES TO HER DESK PHONE. ‘WE’RE GOING TO DO IT, MAGGIE,’ CAESAR TELLS HIS ASSISTANT, IN THE OFFICE. ‘HOUSE OF MENDI, LINE ONE,’ CYNTHIA NOTIFIES THROUGH SPEAKER PHONE, ‘THANK YOU, CYNTHIA,’ CAESAR ANSWERS AND BEGINS HIS CALL, ‘ELIJAH, BIG MONEY! WHAT’S GOING ON, LONG TIME, NO SEE,’ SAYS CAESAR, GESTURES TO MAGGIE, GOT IT IN THE BAG. ‘NOHH, THIS IS KRISTINE, ELIJAH’S ASSISTANT, WHAT DO YOU WANT?’ SAYS KRISTINE. DAMN IT CYNTHIA, A MENTION WAS MUCH NEEDED. ‘KRISTI, SO GOOD TO HEAR FROM YOU,’ CAESAR IS INTERRUPTED, ‘IT IS KRISTINE, NOT KRISTI,’ SHE SAYS. ‘KRISTINE, I NEED THE ROOFTOP SPACE TO HOST A CASUAL GET TOGETHER, AVAILABLE KITCHEN, OPEN BAR,’ SAYS CAESAR. ‘ARE YOU MENTAL, NO,’ ANSWERS KRISTINE. ‘HOWEVER MUCH IT COSTS ME I’M WILLING TO WIRE OVER TO YOU, ON THE SPOT,’ CAESAR OFFERS. ‘TWO HUNDRED THOUSAND DOLLARS,’ SAYS KRISTINE. ‘TWO HUNDRED THOUSAND DOLLARS? SERIOUSLY?’ ASKS CAESAR. ‘WELL, NO. YOU CAN’T JUST GIVE US A CALL ON THE DAY AND THINK ITS COOL BECAUSE YOU’RE AROUND FROM TIME TO TIME,’ STATES KRISTINE. ‘THAT’S FAIR, I’M TAKING ADVANTAGE OF MY FRIENDSHIP WITH YOU ALL AND THIS ISN’T COOL,’ SAYS CAESAR. AND WE WAIT, ‘WHAT DID YOU HAVE IN MIND?’ ASKS KRISTINE. ‘KRISTINE, THANK YOU. A NEW CLIENT, AHEEMGOTBARS, IS GOING TO BE IN TOWN WITH SOME OF HIS PEOPLE AND WE’RE LOOKING TO HAVE A GOOD TIME. SOME OF MY STAFF AND A COUPLE OF THEIR FRIENDS,’ CAESAR BOOKS THE ROOFTOP SPACE AT THE HOUSE OF MENDI,

DESPITE A MODEST AMOUNT OF MATERIAL BEING MADE AVAILABLE TO THE PUBLIC, PIERRE DE’CABRINI REMAINS A SOUGHT AFTER VOICE OF OPINION BECAUSE OF THE COMPLETED WORKS’ MERIT. HIS DEBUT SHORT STORY, ‘ROSE’DOVES NEVER CRY IS HOW WE KNOW THEY’RE SAD,’ CHARMED PUBLIC ENTHUSIASM. THE BOOK OFFERED READERS AN ASTUTE DETAILING OF RESOLUTION TO SOCIAL DILEMMAS, HONEST CHARACTERINTERACTION, AND CAREFULLY STRINGED RHETORIC. THE STORY CLOSES WITH A SATISFYING CONCLUSION, READERS WERE READY FOR MORE. THE WRITER WAS THEN ACKNOWLEDGED BY POP CULTURE MEDIA AS A ‘MUST KNOW’ FILMMAKER AFTER THE COMPLETION OF A CHRISTMAS SPECIAL’S RECORDING, ‘KISS ME UNDER A MISTLETOE, TONIGHT.’ THE MAN HAD MADE A LASTING IMPRESSION. HE WAS HERE TO STAY. IS DE’CABRINI IN A DINER, WAITING ON A POTENTIAL BUYER. OUTSIDE OF THE DINER IS HITMAN ONE AND HITMAN TWO, SITTING IN AN UNKNOWN HOOPTIE’VILLE. ‘YOU KNOW ANYTHING ABOUT THIS GUY?’ ASKS HITMAN TWO. ‘SOME WRITER,’ ANSWERS HITMAN ONE. ‘DIRECTED, KISS ME UNDER A MISTLETOE, TONIGHT,’ MENTIONS HITMAN TWO. HITMAN ONE DOESN’T SEEM TO CARE. ‘IT WAS AH BAD MUTHAFUKKA, STUPID MAD NOTE. IT IS A STORY ABOUT OVERCOMING FEAR AND TRUSTING YOUR DREAMS, KATHERINE HEIGL PLAYS THE MOM, LUHH’ THAT WHITE WOMAN,’ HITMAN TWO IS INTERRUPTED, HITMAN ONE SNAPS, ‘AYE MAN, WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU JAWING ABOUT? WAIT IN THE CAR. DON’T SAY SHIT. WHEN HE STEPS OUT, I SMOKE THE FOO’, WE TAKE EVERYTHING BACK TO BOSS’MAN, EXCEPT FOR THIS PIECE OF SHIT. YOU’RE HERE FOR COVERAGE. SHIT GOES DOWN, YOU’RE HERE. SHIT’S NOT GOING TO GO DOWN, IT NEVER DOES. WATCH ME WORK, JOIN THE PASSENGER SIDE. FUCKING DICK RIDING CINEMA FAN BOY, WHO GIVES A SHIT? ASKING ME ABOUT THE COCKBLOWER’S PUBLICATIONS, THE FUCK IS THE MATTER WITH YOU, AAH!?’ CONCLUDES HITMAN ONE. IT APPEARS THAT THE MAN’S ANNOYANCE WAS ENOUGH TO CONCLUDE THE CONVERSATION. HITMAN TWO RAISES HIS HAND. ‘WHAT?’ REPLIES HITMAN ONE. ‘I’M WITH YOU, FUCK IT. ALL I WANNA KNOW IS, WHO’S PICKING UP THE STORY? ITS DECISIONS LIKE THIS THAT ALTER THE QUALITY OF PRODUCT INTRODUCED TO THE PUBLIC. WE MIGHT NEED TO KEEP HIM ALIVE A LITTLE LONGER, IS ALL I’M SAYING. WHY GIVE UP THE SCRIPT TO LESSER HANDS?’ QUESTIONS HITMAN TWO. ‘I MIGHT BE THE STUPIDEST SON’MBITCH ALIVE MAKING CONVERSATION WITH A DUMMY. YOU’S A DUMMY! HAVE YOU NOT HEARD THE WORDS COMING OUT OF MY MOUTH? I DON’T GIVE A RATS’ASS WHAT THEY DO WITH THE MOVIE, I’M HERE TO MURDER THE FAGGOT AND THAT’S HOW I GET PAID. ARE WE CLEAR? HAVE YOU BEEN GIVEN ALL THE NECESSARY INFORMATION TO GET YOU TO RIDE BITCH AND BE QUIET? FUCKING BOZO, WHAT I GOTTA DO, PUT A MUZZLE ON IT?’ HITMAN ONE RELIEVES. ‘GOT IT, I’LL BE QUIET,’ SAYS HITMAN TWO. AND HE DOES, THET BOTH DO. THEY SIT AND WAIT. INSIDE THE DINER IS A WAITRESS REFILLING CABRINI’S COFFEE. PEOPLE DINING, LOOKS GREAT. NOT MUCH ACTION OUTSIDE, SOME KID ON A BIKE, CEMENT TRUCK ON REVERSE. ARRIVES A TOWN CAR, STEPS OUT SHIRLEY STOCKHOLM, ‘OH MY GOD,’ REACTS HITMAN TWO. HITMAN ONE KEEPS TO HIMSELF, FUCK DOES HE NEED THIS GUY BLABBERING FOR? SHIRLEY STOCKHOLM ENTERS THE DINER, MAKES HER WAY TO DE’CABRINI, PAPI GETS OFF HIS ASS AND SHAKES HANDS WITH STOCKHOLM, NONE OF THAT DOUBLE TAP BULLSHIT BECAUSE HER NAME IS SHIRLEY, DE’CABRINI ISN’T NEGOTIATING WITH SHIRLEY, DE’CABRINI IS NEGOTIATING WITH A STOCKHOLM. ‘THERE IS NO SUCH THING AS 50/50 IN THIS BUSINESS, SIR.

YOU KNOW THAT, I KNOW THAT. TELL ME, WHAT’S IT GOING TO COST TO MAKE AND I’LL BRING THAT NUMBER TO THE BOARD,’ STATES STOCKHOLM. ‘THE REASON I’M ANNOYED IS BECAUSE YOU TALK TO ME LIKE YOU WANT A STRAIGHT UP ANSWER, I GIVE YOU MY ANSWER, YOU SAY IT’S NOT GOING TO HAPPEN. WHAT DO YOU SUGGEST?’ REPLIES DE’CABRINI. THE WAITRESS MAKES HER WAY, SERVES THEM PANCAKES, OOH — SHIRLEY GOT THE WAFFLES, LOTS OF BACON AND SAUSAGE LINKS, EGG AND HASH BROWNS, GOING ON AT THE DINING TABLE. ‘AND IF THERE’S ANYTHING ELSE, LET ME KNOW,’ OFFERS THE WAITRESS. DE’CABRINI AND STOCKHOLM AT THE TABLE, ‘CAN WE EAT? I’M FAMISHED,’ SAYS SHIRLEY. ‘OF COURSE, LOOK AT ALL OF THIS, WHERE ARE MY MANNERS?’ SAYS DE’CABRINI. STOCKHOLM BEGINS WITH HER ORANGE JUICE. ITS A COOL LOOKING PLACE, I RECOMMEND TAKING SOME PICTURES, IF YOU’RE EVER IN THE AREA. BACK IN THE HOOPTIE’VILLE, WE GOT HITMAN ONE, WE GOT HITMAN TWO. WE GOT HITMAN ONE PLAYING IT COOL, WITH A GUN TO HIS HEAD. WE GOT HITMAN TWO — WITH A GUN, IN HIS HAND. ’YOU DIG WHAT I’M TELLING YOU? IT DOESN’T MAKE SENSE, TO ME. YOU GOTTA MAKE IT MAKE SENSE,’ REQUESTS HITMAN TWO. ‘WHAT ARE YOU TELLING ME, RIGHT NOW?’ HITMAN ONE WANTS TO KNOW. ‘TRUTH BE TOLD, MAN — LOOK AT ME WHILE I’M TALKING TO YOU!’ DEMANDS HITMAN TWO. HITMAN ONE TURNS HIS HEAD, SLIGHTLY, HE’S ALL EYES AND EARS. ‘TRUTH BE TOLD I DON’T CRY, IT’S NOT FOR ME, IT’S NOT WHAT I DO. SLID OUT THE WOMB REAL SMOOTH’LIKE, BEEN THAT WAY ALL MY LIFE. AND WHEN I DID, IT LEFT ME WONDERING ABOUT THE SORT OF ALTITUDES THAT EXIST BEYOND THE CLOUDS HAVING ARTEEST OR CONNOISSEURS ALREADY TRANSCRIBED SUCH FREQUENCIES, ARE YOU GETTING THE PICTURE?’ ASKS HITMAN TWO. ‘YOU GOT A HARD ON FOR HEAVEN BECAUSE YOU WATCHED SOME MOVIE ABOUT TURTLE’DOVES,’ HITMAN ONE IS HIT WITH A — WHAPP! WITH THE BOTTOM OF THE GUN’S MAGAZINE. ‘WHAT THE FUCK, MAN,’ GRUNTS HITMAN ONE. ‘ROSE’DOVES, NOT TURTLE’DOVES,’ HITMAN TWO IS INTERRUPTED, ‘I DON’T GIVE A, CRAP!’ REPLIES HITMAN ONE. HITMAN TWO WHAPPS HITMAN ONE, ONCE MORE, ‘HAVE SOME RESPECT,’ SAYS HITMAN TWO. ‘GIVE ME A FUCKING BREAK, YOU’RE STILL A CROOK, YOU STILL SIN’D PLENTY AFTER WATCHING THE THING, AND WILL LIKELY WRECK MORE LIVES AFTER THIS BECAUSE YOU’RE AN IDIOT. RESPECT? COULD YOU PUT THE GUN DOWN, PLEASE, I’M ALMOST TAKING YOU SERIOUS,’ SAYS HITMAN ONE. ‘HOW ABOUT YOU TRY LISTENING AND MAYBE I DON’T KILL YOU, WANT TO TRY THAT?’ HITMAN TWO ATTEMPTS TO REASON WITH THE MAN, ‘GOOD. I ACCEPT TRUTH AS IS, THERE’S A HEART LIVING IN HERE,’ POUNDS HIS CHEST WITH HIS GUN, POINTS IT BACK AT HITMAN ONE, ‘AND IT CRIED. AND IT WHATN’T ABOUT NO ROSE’DOVES, NEITHER. IT WAS ABOUT A BOY AND HE HAD A MOM AND HE LIKED TOYS, I LIKE TOYS, YOU LIKE TOYS?’ ASKS HITMAN TWO. ‘YOU’RE DEAD, SO DEAD, I MEAN FOR WHAT? YOU’RE MESSING WITH THE LEADING CRIME BOSS IN ALL OF GREATER NATIONS, YOU THINK HE’S LETTING YOU OFF THE HOOK THE SORT OF MONEY THIS HIT IS WORTH,’ STATES HITMAN ONE. AND WE’RE LOOKING AT HITMAN TWO WONDERING IF HE’S GOING TO FUCK OFF WITH THE MISSION AND PUT HIS LIFE IN DANGER OVER DE’CABRINI’S LIKELY RETURN TO PICTURE. ALL THE WHILE, OUTSIDE OF THE DINER, NEXT TO THE DUMPSTERS, YOU GOT A COUPLE BABES ON A SMOKE BREAK, ‘DE’CABRINI’S IN THERE,’ SAYS WAITRESS ONE. ‘I KNOW RIGHT, YOU THINK THEY GIVE YOU A BIG TIP, OR THEY DO LIKE PLAY HUMBLE, REGULAR TIP, EUGH,’ SAYS WAITRESS TWO. ‘YOU, EUGH. WHATEVER THEY GIVE ME WILL BE FINE,’ WAITRESS ONE REPLIES. WAITRESS TWO, OH YEAH I WAS THE ONLY ONE THINKING IT, SORT’OF GESTURES. ‘I HOPE THEY GIVE ME PHAT TIP!’ SAYS WAITRESS ONE, FLICKS HER CIGARETTE, ‘LET’S GO INSIDE,’ LEADS WAITRESS ONE,

WHAT’S YOUR NUTSAC about?

WAS SOME BOY THAT WANTED SOME GIRL TO CARE ABOUT HIM SOH — BAD! IF SHE’S NOT FEELING YOU, GET OVER IT, TRY HER MOM.

WE INTRODUCE SOME SUAVE DOCTOR SOPHISTICATED LIKE TYPE, ALLOW THE PUBLIC TO FALL FOR THE DUDE’S CHARM AND KILL HIM, BECAUSE ITS FUNNY. TAKE THE MOST LIKABLE CHARACTER AND ROB AUDIENCE MEMBERS OF THE GOODS. THE ONLY PROBLEM IS, NOT ONLY ARE THESE TYPE OF FOOS FOR MAKE BELIEVE, MULTIMEDIA NETWORKS HAVE CONVINCED THE PUBLIC OF THEIR EXISTENCE. THE CASTING TEAM'S EFFORTS HAD BEEN EXHAUSTED, CANT FIND THE APPROPRIATE MATCH. NO SHIT,

BOYS THINK THEY KNOW IT ALL, ‘TOLD YOU, YOU DON’T LIKE NONE OF THESE KIDS ATTITUDES,’ WAS THE COOL FOO OF THE TEAM, HE KINDA KNEW WHAT HE WAS TALKING ABOUT, THE OLDER DUDES WERE JUST AS ROUGH, ‘THE FUCK YOU SO NERVOUS ABOUT!’ SAYS THE COOL FOO’.

SOME FUCKING ACTOR, ‘IT’S LIKE, I NEED THE ROLE. AND LIKE, I REALLY WANT TO —‘

‘DO WELL BECAUSE LIKE, EVERYTHING’S ON THE LINE, YOU — YOUR LIVELIHOOD, YOUR CAREER AND LAST BUT NOT LEAST YOUR BILLS GOTS TO GET THE PAID, SON! LISTEN MAN, YOU FAIL, AND OUR SPONSORS HAVE TO QUESTION WHETHER OR NOT OUR LABOR’S WORTH THE EXPENSE. WE’RE ALL WALKING THAT TIGHTROPE, WITH YOU. GIVE US AN AWESOME AUDITION AND ALLOW US, FOR YOU, FORTUNE AND FAME.’ SAYS THE COOL FOO OF THE GROUP. PARAMEDICS CAME THROUGH, GUY HAD A HEART ATTACK, 36, WHAT A SHAME. ‘LOOK AT THIS, NONE OF YOU GUYS ARE FUN. NONE OF YA’ ARE CHARMING. ELROY, DUDE, YOU’RE NOT FOOLING ANYONE WITH YOUR H&M HOODIE AND LEATHER PANTS. WE SAID UNDER SIXTY, TO BE POLITE. AND YOU KNOW YOU AIN'T SEEN SIXTY’TWO IN A LONG TIME, MY FRIEND. DON’T — DON’T LOOK AT ME LIKE THAT, IT’S SHOW BUSINESS, BABY, YOU KNOW THESE GROUNDS. BUT WE LIKE YA’. DON’T WE, GANG? WE LIKE YOU.’ SAYS THE COOL FOO’. GETS A CALL, PICKS UP THE PHONE, SOME LADY WITH A CLIP BOARD, ‘MAKE SURE YOU REMEMBER THE HUMIDIFIER FOR SUNDAY’S DINNER,’ GIVES HER A HEAD NOD, GRASPS HIS FIST, AND THE AUDITIONS CONTINUE,

the daughter of the divorced couple grows up to be a school teacher, gives a damn about people pretending to be useful, the joy of someone affording us lots of dollars an hour for poop,

WE ENTER ONE ANOTHER’S LIFE WITHOUT SAY SO,

‘IT HAPPENED ON THE NIGHT,’ READS A BILLBOARD. WE HAVE TONIGHT.

‘LET ME SAY IT OUT LOUD, FOR US TO GET TO WHERE WE NEED TO GET TO,’ SAYS THE MARRIAGE COUNSELOR, ‘WHAT YOU’RE SAYING IS, SHE DOESN’T CONSIDER YOUR WORD,’ THE MARRIAGE COUNSELOR SUGGESTS.

‘YES! NEVER LISTENS TO ME,’ THE HUSBAND ANSWERS.

‘SHE HAS TO CONSIDER YOUR WORD,’ THE COUNSELOR NOTES.

THE WIFE, YEAH YOU WOULD SAY SOMETHING LIKE THAT, KEEPING HER COOL, NOT A WORD FROM HER. GIGGLY’ ASS HUSBAND, ‘YES! WOW,’ BEING EXCESSIVE. THE COUNSELOR CONTINUES, ‘LIKE YOU NEED TO HEAR HER OUT AND CONSIDER HERS,’ HE CONCLUDES. THE HUSBAND AND/OR MAN OF THE YEAR, TWO YEARS IN A ROW INTERJECTS, ‘HEY —, I THOUGHT YOU WERE ON MY SIDE,’ REEL IN AUDIENCE APPLAUSE.

‘CUT — !’ YELLS THE DIRECTOR.

STAFF GATHERS FOR A TEAM MEETING,

‘WHERE WE GOING WITH THIS, WE’RE IN THE SCENE, WE’RE OUT THE SCENE,’ SAYS A DUDE WITH A HEAD SET AND BOOM, THE TEAM, LOOKING AND THINKING,

the jeweler’s daughter grew up to be an actor, insert one of her social experiments, how do you feel about your girlfriend’s armpitsofhair? must shave, don’t care?

WAS A VIRAL VIDEO DOCUMENTING THE PUBLIC’S ANSWER TO THE QUESTION. MEN AND WOMEN, COUPLES AND SINGLES, WOULD ANSWER THE QUESTION AND LAUGH OUT LOUD WITH THE HOST, IT PUT HER ON THE MAP, NOW — SHE’S LEAD TO A MELODRAMA PREDICTED TO ENTICE A NEW GENERATION OF FILMMAKER.

Understanding ECONOMICS, a MATH THEORY, THEORY BEING, IF YOU UNDERSTAND THE LANGUAGE, DON’T BE A BABY, MAKE SOME MONEY. A FOO’ BE LIKE, ‘I GOTTA TRY?’

WAS A MATH TEACHER AT A SCHOOL, ‘MISS, WHATEVER HER LAST NAME IS, WAS ON THE SAME PLANE,’ FUCKING GREAT, HUH?

THE SCHOOL TEACHER AND ALL HER GOALS DIE WITH THE ACTOR DUDE, MAN OF THE YEAR, TWO YEARS IN A ROW, THE TROMBONE PLAYER GETS HIS SHINE, IT’S COMING TOGETHER,

You get to have her, is her annoyance with men, and I thought, a drunk grandmother would be a delightful touch to the story. It brings life and personality to an otherwise bleak worldview of certain destruction that is people humping.

GIBBERISH SOUND GOOD, MAKE.

THE STAGE, AND A COLLECTION OF SHOES. KICKS, LADYWEAR, BOOTS, SCATTERED ON THE FLOOR. EACH PAIR WITH A NOTE UNDER IT. TO AWAKEN IN THE MIND OF ANOTHER, AND CARRY A STRANGER’S ARMOUR. WHAT TAKES PLACE?

I DON’T KNOW, BUT RECORD ALL OF IT, ON SOME CANNON, MICROPHONES, HIT THE LIGHTS, CAMERA, ROLLING, ACTION! ALL DAY.

October, 2025

@_chico0thaRulaa

This is plenty, bring me more, THE IMPROV GROUP, YOU WANT TO DO WHAT?

EACH DISCOVERY LEADING TO A TRUTH THAT CONSTRUCTS OUR SURROUNDINGS, ALL OF IT STANDS BECAUSE TRUTH IS LAW, THE ONLY THING WE ARE CERTAIN OF.

Accept it as it arrives, not how you want it to be, ADD, SUBTRACT, TRASH, REPLACE, MULTIPLY!

Lots of it is a ‘is my interpretation of events accurate’ sort’ve awkwardness. There is no ‘making it,’ Its always an audition. does this work? how about this? Removed the cholula sauce from my yankee blue jeans. You can have anything you want, except everything you want. You put some interesting hocus pocus in the air. Ambition can be blinding As troublesome as she is beautiful, can’t live with you, can’t live without you. Cuz you be using words and I don’t like that shit. Sometimes going the extra mile isn’t always a mile’s away, sometimes it is one more step forward. You look like you lick your fingers when you’re done eating potato chips.

Dear mr doorstop, do as you were meant to do. Apologize? I meant every word.

Mom advice is like, ‘joke? I don’t understand joke, this is real life.’

As sane as anyone can be. Dudes at a poker table.

IF YOU LIKE WHAT YOU DO, TIME AND FAULKNER. at the lake, skipping rocks, the snaps from the burning wood’s nice. The lady across the street, A life according to you otherwise you’re miserable, no kidding? CELLULAR PHONE DATA, DON’T GUESS, MAKE WHAT IS YOURS. WHO KNOWS WHO LIKES WHAT, FOR WHATEVER REASON. i don’t want to sit here and complete ‘lipstick traces,' learn about the events that took place in london while the ‘sex pistols’ recorded anthems that communicated their disappointment with the lack of efforts from its government, Hey — man, fuck it! you made something, and don’t want to get rid of it because of what it took for you to make. IS THE POP DIVA syndrome SETH ROGEN AND EVAN GOLDBERG WERE REFERRING TO WHEN SPEAKING ABOUT THE PRACTITIONER’S ATTACHMENT TO THEIR WORK. IT WILL NOT BE THE CONCLUSION OF YOUR EFFORTS, YOU WILL MAKE MORE. NEVER BLAME THE AUDIENCE, FIND WHAT WORKS. be where you are, it is where you will be when you figure it out. ITS A COMPUTER DAWG, is NO NEGOTIATING SOFTWARE, , pisscunt!

BE MY CRIES TO DEAF EARS. Strict coincidence! Everything is related. cow shit and farming. You like a person, do what you can, you never know when you’re going to meet someone you like — again. Scams are getting tougher by the year, tell me, who’s gonna look out for all the lil’ churrdren NO ONE WANTS TO SAVE MONEY TO BE RICH, WE WANT TO BE RICH TO SPEND MONEY! found a broken window. WE MAKE PEOPLE LAUGH. WE MAKE PEOPLE CRY. WE MAKE PEOPLE LAUGH SO HARD THEY CRY.

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