AT THE VELVEETA PLUMMET CHASTITY CONVENTION, WE ARE ALL OF US FIRST HOMES OF A BEAR SUITE MEMORANDUM TO PLEASE MR. SHANNON
I tried to pass myself off as a kind of candy. Agh, the most miserable lizard bourbons his doorstep. Down the hallway a woman in a man’s suit brings room service and has one of her three thousand daily thoughts: You better love this world, better love it soon instead of waiting around for it to love you. We wear our American luck like a fannypack. We can do can-do. The rare honeycreeper. A physical bear could body slam anything with a body but theoretical bear has no body. My mother had no god and it made her days in the hospital confusing.
