Sixth Reich
2011-01-19, 4:32 p.m.

"Isn't skeptisism the apropriate response before jumping off a cliff," he says. "No matter how happy and spongee the cake below?"

I don't know. Maybe. But that cake is too far down, and the worry is there of a sparkling candle atop, like a Merry Melodies short. Or maybe I just fear your sadness like nothing else in this world.

Even as we skate this highway at far faster than the factory recomended speed in this giant red shark. Some quick heel-toe action on a thick sheet of black ice.

I have always wondered what cake tastes like after it explodes in your face. Mostly gunpowder and pink frosting.

"... a retort so soon?"

Do nothing

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