A pox on lamebrains and dull-wits and marjoys and peabrains, sez Oi.
People with handkerchiefs, broken-souled desperadoes of the tiny and plain. Antimacassar menders and flowerpot tenders, lost mesmerized animal spirits locked in mercantile jacketing, strapped down with tulle and velvet. Pshhw, ptui, fooey, and goddamn. Fed to the birds, their cells would at least go higher than their souls. Give them molecules a chance to fly!! Feed a clutch of nutbags to the birds today!


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