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YEAR OF THE SPIDER
I find this new COLD CD in dumpster, covered in old spaghetti from local pizza shop.
Me eat pizza. Start to eat CD, but no taste good.
CD shiny. I can see myself. Gorilla happy. Gorilla dances around, and throws poo at other gorillas.
Me listen to new COLD disc on CD Walkman from investment banker…he no need it anymore. He go to heaven. Me not say how.
Gorilla like first song, “Remedy” because gorilla feet tap happy. No laugh at gorilla.
“Stupid Girl” is first single. Very good song. All girls stupid. Scooter sings very nice, and reminds me of grandpa. He no sing. His name Scooter too.
Me rub Year Of The Spider with boogers, because it’s mine. Not yours. You touch my COLD disc, and I pull of your arms and play bongos with them.
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