Burp

What happened yesterday and this morning are best buried with the daily dead.  Blues singer Etta James age 73 died within the last few days.  Yes, she could sing wail-woman style with a touch of banshee and born-agins melting in the fires of almighty hell.  Who appreciates screaming more than Satan?

Wallow not in spite and anger!  You might end up with a rash.

I keep the journal because every day is different and I need to record and count them.  Plot them insde a cloud with text written on the outer wall of the cloud.  Another rebellion is brewing in heaven the cloud burped in the a few of the older angels.  They are massing, camping among the stars.

The Daily Dope — Don Davis Service for gas cap and windshield wipers.  Still needed a new headlamp and some dents ironed out so I went over to Dan Davis Body and the boss told me  they were forbidden to pull back the foreskin of the front fender to expose the headlamp.  So I must find a shop performs auto brists.

Stay too close to these funny people and your brain disintegrates into a pile of  radioactive ashes.  Nothing can grow there for 10,000 years.

Break!

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