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haha. I'm such a weirdo. To make up for my crazy last post, here's "Make the Pie Higher," a poem compiled by Richard Thompson of the Washington Post, using only actually quotes from George W. Bush.
I think we all agree, the past is over.
This is still a dangerous world.
It's a world of madmen and uncertainty
and potential mental losses.
Rarely is the question asked
Is our children learning?
Will the highways of the Internet become more few?
How many hands have I shaked?
They misunderestimate me.
I am a pitbull on the pantleg of opportunity.
I know that the human being and the fish can coexist.
Families is where our nation finds hope, where
our wings take dream.
Put food on your family!
Knock down the tollbooth!
Vulcanize Society!
Make the pie higher! Make the pie higher!
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Woo. soggy cotton in the mouth kind of grows on you.
After being drugged, operated on, and sedated, I"ve been spending my wisdom-tooth free days eating applesauce, sleeping, watching movies and living a schedule based on the changing of gauze pads and applying ice packs. I think it's almost midnight. At two am I'm due for a feast of jello and pudding. Maybe yogurt.
I keep thinking my chin itches, so I scratch it, only to meet my finger to a rubbery substance that is my bottom lip. I also threw up.
I am jack's inflmaed sense of wackiness. Yay for wisdom teeth. Or lack thereof.
What's shakin?
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