Sometimes I like to think about what money can buy. New thick carpeting on the stairs. Vehicular upgrades, text books, science diet dog food. The bank of America shall not swallow the town of Dos Palos, California.I gotta warn ya; George Zimmerman is working check-out at the Safeway here. You know he’s a dangerous rouge. He’s not the last dangerous rouge or iconoclast we’ll see here tonight, and you can bet money on this. Hope I’m able to handle myself well. I’ve been hypomanic. Too many fuckers in one place might throw me.
Phineas Gage shops here; seen him a couple times. He’s on our side. Labor related injuries is his thing. Now listen, if I say “duck” , hide behind a couple of shopping carts. Watch for who’s always hanging out near the ladies station. Some heinous cigars smoker’s in the liquor dept. Him I don’t know. Smells like a rapist. Since none of the twenty -seven serious proposals to divide California in thirds ever saw the legislative light of day, we’re more ungovernable now than ever. You think it was bad in ’05? Hell, nothing has been done and now it’s too late. Do you think the cops in this town care about a couple of rapes?
In all fairness, it’s not only the men. Freeze- dried twats and the like strut around.Right-to-lifers whose old men beat them with impunity. And they’re all lily white. Jan Brewer’s niece Nopalita skulks around the deli. Who knows what her story is? No one will ever give her a voice. So fuck fairness.
“Duck!”
Now I hope they still have those saw blades. Aisle 7, I think. Had to Google the BTU’s of Fruitless Mulberry wood. We’ve got a winner! Those 2 trees should supply at least 3 cords, free for the taking for any and all with a wood stove on Golden Gate Avenue.
Let’s get the fuck out of here; We can probably avoid George; everyone else does. Now all I need is a bullhorn
PEOPLE OF DOS PALOS! NO ONE GIVES A FUCK! ON AUG 6TH 2013 THE PROPERTY AT (REDACTED) WILL BE HAVING A TREE-IN. THESE 40+ YEAR- OLD TREES WILL NEVER BELONG TO BANK OF AMERICA! THE MEMBERS OF THE QUIET GENERATION THAT LIVED HERE ARE BOTH DEAD! THEIR BABY-BOOMER CHILDREN WANT YOU TO HAVE THIS FIREWOOD!
Go get the chain saws.
If I love you or have ever loved you, your photo’s on my fridge. That’s how you’ll know.
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