Jo[h]n was not malign-- He just didn't give a shit Whose life he fucked up. Poor Jo[h]n, just a pawn, Revenge his favorite dish, Always served ice cold.

Get off my back, you Sad waste of human flesh, I Really despise you.

Believe in something, But not what they dream about; Their dreams are evil.

Complete innocence, My Kindergarten mind-state. Why are kids so mean?

A simple table Set before my enemies, My head anointed.

May the twenty-first, Harold Camping said, "It's done." Sinners, best repent. May the twenty-one, Party time for ev'ryone. Sinners, best repent.

Tied up, fourteen-all. Coiled tight, yet poised, until He hears, "Ready . . . fence!"

The curse of our time: Cellular stupidity. Can you hear me now?

Answering machine. You might have something to say When you hear the beep. Those who have my home phone number know that this has been my actual answering machine message for over a year.

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