Nonsense To Be Completed
Before Showering This Morning
Read Ada Limón. Where is that ecstasy tab?
Find the big church made entirely out of
crystal. Isn’t that in Arkansas? Eureka
Springs, perhaps? If so, scratch that. Up
date the spreadsheet on Uganda. Stash it
where nobody can ever find it, but keep
it intact, e.g., do not burn it, as would
certainly be my inclination. Work hard to
understand the true crime genre. Perhaps
ideas could be gleaned. Call the plumber to
have the residuals roto-rooted. For urgent
web horny and typical tricks don’t work to
deescalate, refund the gunslinger ASAP.
Somehow. Without a physical encounter.
