🚀 go-pugleaf

In the seek, the fire remains!  Even should it be emberring from
the tip of the cig machine which they meant to cart away several
months ago but somehow managed to overlook when several of the
pugilants stood before it displaying the Love/Hate tattooes they'd
stencilled on just for the momentous occasion, it being the first
Fall day of this year that is measured in the cartons spread out
against the sky, orange fog and all that, which cuts more and more
into the food stamps and petty&selfish cash which subsidies the
continued existance of even the greatest and unchallenged of
abacus operators.  It is, Robert, an acrimony stretch to hope for
working numerators, and I'm pleased that yr here to make me wish
I had a rhyming dictionary.  Not a slam, not even in the brittle
textures of the wee hours of teenyvision arcing a weld over this
high, wide, and spanking continent.  Now, tell us, gently, what
you plan to do to make certain that each and every American
receives his or her share of methyl isocyanate (Labor Pains: I'm a
Carbide-carrying Union member) to sprinkle on our corn flakes, and
I'll vote for ya.

			M