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I don't know about your brain- but mine is really bossy.
I come home from a day on the golf course and I find all these messages scribbled on wrinkled up scraps of paper
And they say thing like: Why don't you get a real job?
Or: You and what army?
Or: Get a horse.

-Laurie Anderson

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Visit my Poetry Grab-Bag and some writings.

"If this crap keeps up, I'm going to drive over there, lop off heads and limbs, and BOWL people's SKULLS into their own BLOODY STUMPS."
- Joe Provo

I recommend visiting the online game Urban Dead, the browser-based game Urban Dead, or the Mid-Atlantic Infoshop.

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Cheers,
joe