It doesn't change the thing that occurs if no one happens upon the occurrence

I.

Holy shit crazy Gulf War II it seems like it's been so long we've known
each other - why haven't you left my life yet? And you won't even
when your dad Bush goes, will you? We've witnessed white rappers and
boobs on TV and bubushka music from Brooklyn, vegetable wife saved
by congressmen and -women and I dont want to go on because it makes
my memory hurt . . . And you're still here. HBO did a mini-series
or whatever HBO does now on you, but no fade to black on your fedaheen
or feyaheen - God, it was so long ago that Newsweek explained to me
in discrete summarized details what you were about - I remember fingers
with blue ink and decapitations with crescent moons on flags in the
background, but what else?


II.

Holy shit dominant constitutional paradigm, it looks like your reign is
on the outs, yo!!!! A text is a text is a text, and if it doesn't say
"butt sex is allowed" you best be sure that eight dudes and a lady
aren't going to collectively remonstrate otherwise. High hopes with a
prez who taught you and tried to forestall those who hearkened your
demise, but all the dudes who find your demise logically unassailable
are young and run and have hidden their aneurysm, or old and too god damn
ornery to take a seat. So, goodbye and adios and it's nice to have
invited the exclusionary rule along, but get the fUcK out.

lets make some music make some money some models for wives

Outre references to back in the day continue not to compel. Mute moments
of introspection don't either. But at least no face makeup. And not too
much nostalgia for doing drugs while listening to music made by people on
drugs. Boxes of wheat thins consumed ever divided by the times I've had a
passport stamped before recently is a biggish percentage, but stamp away
and adjust your notion of "before recently" in order for it to go down.

The fact of it being Thursday just exceeds what can be fathomed. Simply.