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More of an homage to dyslexia than a name, really, but hey . . . [Oct. 20th, 2013|12:02 am]
Phrembah (a potato-like mystery)
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I’ve worked on it some, laid eggs in it so to speak.
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Since then I’ve realized that homelessness is just another job.

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Working with you all has been very. . . how do you say? . . . instructive.  As I venture forth I will carry with me into oblivion all that I have learned working in Corporate America.

As a participant here today it is my duty to say words.  These are the words that I have said.  Judge me not by them nor them by me, just know that they were said.  I take with me into Nothingness your nothingness as well as my own.  Amen.

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Wax coagulants are very fashionable just now.

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“Did you see ‘My Cousin Vinnie?’  Marissa Tomei was an unmitigated hoot in that!”
That’s what I want to be when I grow up!  An unmitigated hoot!

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Featuring Todagrossa Vanderphwinc as Pope Spacious X.

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I’ll be the first to admit that I am very probably the worst secretary in all of the Workplace of the Day After Tomorrow, but I do endeavor to persevere.  That’s what I have over your average suicide bomber—I do keep trying.

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A hair shirt
And legumes for dessert
Who could ask for anything more?

Hook from the theme song from my upcoming Mary Poppins-style music-palooza, performed for the sound track by Dire Desire and the Unholy Need.
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But that’s OK.  Soon you’ll croak and you won’t have to believe anything anymore; it will all be believed for you.  It’s like pre-chewing food for a baby; everything a dead person is required to believe is pre-believed for them.  If you don’t believe me, ask a Mormon, or a Great White Buffalo or whatever you have there where you live.