Dr. Smax ([info]drsmax) wrote,
@ 2003-11-25 16:12:00
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blink-per-minute ratios
Nancy Reagan is gently kneading BetaCarotene saturated pumpkin pie filling into my wrinkled museum of pain. A Japanese unicyclist is calculating blink-per-minute ratios extracted from old video footage of Ronald Reagan, ripe for the bulk eraser. The unicyclist resembles my mother to such a degree as inspires me to warn her that post-feminist dissertations on analytic geometry won’t find their way onto the pages of the Christian Science Monitor this year.

Last year I received an eight page love letter from Maddona. This year I’m finally writing her back.

Dear Maddonna,

If you really did care about me, you would help me erect a monument to myself so that sturdy cockroaches can worship my likeness after the holocaust.

Love,

Snak Dugbeets, Garbage Man and Visionary Extrordinare



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Voice of the multitudes
(Anonymous)
2003-11-26 06:49 am UTC (link)
Dear Snak Dugbeats,

We have already been worshiping you, getting to know you, and our little insect brains have almost supernovaed with it.
We'd never felt so alive, one of our company said. Being high on RAID was nothing compared to this.
We felt like we'd been split open and were just lying there on all our legs, while everything in the world poured into us, and we was holding the sides of ourselves open like a flasher's coat to let it all pour in. We'd never known how roomy we was, inside.
If there was something you could buy and take, anything like this, our comrade said, it would blow the top of your head off. Antennae everywhere. Total chaos. Everybody who took it would just die of it all the time.
Even us.


Interminable futures,
Sam Vanitas
Chairman, New York Cockroach Local #69

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