A STEAMING PILE OF RANDOM

Several scrawled passages I found on a stray piece of paper while cleaning.

No one ever tells you the truth in this town. It's not that they're lying but most of them are vague. The ones who aren't vague are the worst human beings alive. That's what kind of town this is.

Lamentations of the Lesser Afflecks

I was in launch to a beautiful woman but then bop bop bop bop bop bop bop bop bop

“They treat the poor like animals. They hand you a can of hooves and tell you it's Deviled Ham.”

“It looked like a pine cone except it was made of flesh. Like a flesh pine cone. It was just lying there. They call them 'Pequods', I think.”

Exhaustion, defeat and points West

Spokes or maybe fingers

Listen, listen, listen, listen, listen

I know I said maybe it was a fork but maybe you shouldn't always ask those questions

This is in my handwriting and I'm fairly certain most of it emanated from my mind. Except for that part about the can of hooves-----I'm almost 100% positive I was taking dictation from Heather Drain on that one.

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