Common sense is a controlled substance? Controlled by whom? Or what? Wouldn’t you want as much common sense as possible? Can there be such a thing as too much common sense? Why am I asking these questions? Didn’t I write this in the first place? What was I thinking? Was I thinking? Am I able to think? What is the process by which I think? Does it involve controlled substances? Which controlled substances? Is it gin? How much gin? Too much gin? Too little gin? Just the right amount of gin? And one last question:…
Where can I buy a happy face tie?
















Greetings…
Mama mama can’t you see,
What the wild’s done to me.
Yanked me out of paradise,
Dropped me down in a bed of lice.
Mama mama can’t you see,
What the wild’s done to me.
They took away my cracker jacks,
now I’m eatin’ bark for snacks.
Mama mama can’t you see,
what the wild’s done to me.
I use to sleep way past noon,
Now I’m up with the moon.
Mama mama can’t you see,
what the wild’s done to me.
I use to walk without a care
Now I run from ten bears.
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