I just got my computer back from the doctor. It had a virus. A little virtual V.D. as it were. I look at way too much porn online. The guy who fixed my computer knows it, I know it, you know it, the devil knows it, even my dear dentist knows it. Maybe that’s why people have been so rank with me this week. Yesterday at work this long-faced woman gave me forty minutes worth of her stink. It was bad. She made me cry. Then she called me a bad word and laughed. I called Peter Gabriel and told him all about it. Then he cried. So I told him that Chasca was working on a new song. Then he called me a bad word and laughed and hung up on me. What’s wrong with everybody this week…
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