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on December 12, 2009
Knocking idols off the pedestal may sound like fun when you're a disrespecting teen without a care in the world, laughing at the void and drilling the blade across the vein like a ship fist-bumping a barge, but at my midlife-crisis age, let me tell you, it gets a bit tiresome. Doesn't mean it's not necessary. Work is work, whether you're being paid for it or not. And every idol eventually tumbles to the ground. I mean, pin a cocktail waitress on the Tiger donkey.
But don't we pay people to clean up our messes before they get aired in public spaces? Don't we have friends to questions our romper room antics? Did Sam Rockwell really just screw up his career in "Snow Angels?" Did I just see that!?! I'm sorry, I'm supposed to be reviewing this thing for people who have no attentions spans who are in between places that they have to be, but my mind keeps wandering. As Kermit the Frog used to say, "Time's fun when you're having flies," but I have indigestion from watching a tofu-eating contest. My body is a gassy sleeve played like a not-quite-workable accordion, grunting and lip-smacking, glassy-eyed when you are looking at me in that condescending manner. I used to like feedback until I experienced criticism first-hand.
I've got the formaldehyde, but you're the one who's a mortician. On top of which, I've been cruising heaven's angels. We're retarded, I mean retired. Speaking of quiting our jobs and going fishing, me and the dog have invested in a bait and switch shop named after you. Sometimes I wonder why you are whispering into the mirror at 5 a.m., but then I'm wearing out your g-strings.
Yours Truly, the co-mutter.