My Figure 8 CD got leprosy, making my heart skip. Like this: I am sadsadsadsadsadsadsa — It’s a mind bender. When is a CD not a CD? When it’s swiss cheese. And how did it happen, I wonder: biological warfare? Did it happen during the CD power coup? I can’t quite bear to throw it out yet. Maybe I can make it into a reusable coffee filter or something.
Well, holy holy holy. There’s a hole in my favorite shirt, too. I just noticed. CD, shirt — do I have termites of the life or something? Who’s making all these holes to peer through, and just what does she think she’s looking at?
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