ARE YOU
FRYING SAUSAGES TODAY?
Okay,
what will I have to fix now?
Are
you fashioning another one?
Are
you frying sausages today?
Can’t
you know that eating food is not a race?
I’ve
come to this conclusion. Romance is what
it
appears to be. Dulcolax is what it is.
Why
did you, without warning, seize an interest in this?
Is
this like an open thing, or…are there qualifications for it?
Diamonds
must be fun to find.
Your
lips, I’d say they were chewy.
Tatts
are today what I.D. bracelets were back then.
I
wish rain dances worked for sure.
Is
that what you need? A lot more praise?
The
sooner you get to do your stuff, the less intrusive
I
am at you. Do you know that?
Do
you know what?
We
all know the day equals value.
Could
you make any more noise?
Excuse
me, are you going to eat? You get carried
away,
don’t you?
Do
I have any more checks?
Where
would my checks be?
That’s
a lie on a half-shell.
Like
Julius Caesar wearing the gold leaf laurel
around
his head, a laurel normally reserved for conquering
men
of Roman wars, to hide his receding hairline.
I
am disappointed in Julius about this.
Do
it for me just this one day, okay? Do it
a
single day.
Vainglorious.
That must be me feeling fabulous about my vanity.
Asked
and answered.
Can
you turn up the T.V. a bit?
Can
I hear the show? Is that possible?
It
ruins in the family. Fact.
Another
one. Trace amounts of gold lie in
human
hair shafts.
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