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Somebody made me

a movie in which to get lost,
inside of which to lose myself.

Get lost!  Make me a movie!
I’m just clowning around with

Charlie Brown.  I adore him.  And
miss him.  I forgot where to go

to break the glass in case of an
emergency.  Just last week, I saw

that break glass for Narcan film
where my neighborhood played 

an evil villain?  I know a guy who 

can control his remote with a glass 

of water in his hand.  He always has
one eye on the weather and the

other on all of the latest movie
trailers.  I guess he has a third

eye, too, because he watches a
lot of trash on the internet.  I

wonder where he get his eye
glasses.  I spend all afternoon

making an outline of these
serious questions.  I like tables

with my bullet points.  The holes
in my head need something upon

which to rest their weary gaze.
I know that sounds like a slur,

but I take you all very seriously.
My advice is that you get your

butt off of that couch, walk out
of my apartment door and go

find your happy. Wait! Come
back!! I was only kidding! Now

who’s going to make all of my
movies?  Me?  [Linus and Pig-

Pen were the first ones to scurry
away.]  Whatever.  I’m a child

without a celebrity cause.  I’m
an infant of no regret.  Vengeance

is for cowards!  Make mine a turkey.