The most difficult thing about the operation is always getting stuck in a traffic jam for like 2 and a half hours and you are late for the rescue. The cell phone battery is dying and you still use your cigarette lighter for Cheech and Chong. There's a lame ass killer on the road who's never killed a damn thing in his life except for an attention span. I guess it's the grocery store again for new ideas. Where is the ocean? I'll find it near Venice Beach. Jim's mural was up, and the place was alive. Up and down talking to the circus and the homeless in their beach house. I almost lifted weights but bought fried rice instead. Skateboarders. What's it like now?
Oh yeah, the Slave Princess. I will help her anytime she needs to escape being locked up in the palace and grab lunch. I wonder if she is working on her creative writing still. Or is she smoking weed? The problem with being free today is the gas prices. I'll try and ruminate on how to ameliorate a bad reputation. Own it I guess or suffer in comic tragedy. Or just don't be famous. I don't know if anyone cares anyway.
Don't stick a fetus in a warhead, and you should be tepid.
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