Somewhere is a lonely, quiet empty boiler room just outside of Beijing barely legible rat scratch from the Chinese lettering on the door. I opened the door to see a desolate office with a single beeper, some crumpled up bon bon wrappers, a half smoked swisher sweet, a half eaten can of cat food, two wooden nickels, an old Playgirl magazine with the centerfold licked out, a television playing reruns of Golden Girls from years gone past and a bull$hit printing press with fresh ink sitting in the middle of the floor being operated by dandupwelcome, the dipChit Devil.
I stood there as a slow tear trickles down my face in what I was lead to "Believe," and extensive DD told me to do. My hopes and dreams looking like a fat girls smile while chasing a glazed donut done the hallway of Dunkies.
*fade out*
*fade in*
Somewhere in the Carribean, 2 lounge chairs, a festive table with two lit cigars, half full glasses of Sculpins, a brief case full of his cash. There is distant laughter coming from Burke and Tew...."That was too Greasy,we need to get the shareholders even more for their money" I hear them saying
*Sigh*
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