This fine fellow just moved in next door today! I think I'll ask him over for lunch tomorrow so we can watch Teletubbies and eat potatoes together. My eyes are better after I reattached my retinas. Pussy is still contemplating sucking the breath of life out of me when I sleep tonight. Why don't they broadcast golf on the radio? Is Yoko Ono still alive? If so, why? I'm contemplating suicide, but I'm out of Draino. My doctor knows I've been depressed, so he gave me a prescription for heroin. It seems to be working. I want a pony. My dreams haunt me, especially the one about trying to reinsert an egg into a chicken. Billy just came over. He's dipping Fritos Scoops in Alpo and rubbing them in his hair.
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