Monday, July 4, 2005

Please Come to Kurt's 4th of July BBQ!Come as you are. Load up on guns and bring your friends. Come out and play. Take out your clothes. Spring is here again—reproductive glands. Take your time, hurry up. Choice is yours—don’t be late. I’m so excited I can’t wait to meet you there. I’m so happy ’cause today I found my friends. We’ll float around, hang out on clouds; then we’ll come down, have a hangover. Go to a lake of fire and fry. Beans, beans, beans; happy, happy, happy. As a friend. I’m so ugly, that’s O.K. ’cause so are you. Wish I was like you—easily amused. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah! I feel stupid and contagious. I shaved my head. The grass is greener over here. In the sun, I feel as one. Things have never been so swell. I have never felt so well. Yeah, hey! I think I’m dumb maybe just happy. I’m on a plain—I can’t complain. The day is done and I’m having fun. Take a rest. Here we are now, entertain us. Oh no, I know a dirty word. Hey wait—I’ve got a real complaint—a mulatto, an albino, a mosquito, my libido. Mmmmm, hmmmmm. He’s the one; he likes all our pretty songs and he likes to sing along and he likes to shoot his guns but he knows not what it means. I’m not like them, but I can pretend. Come on over and do the twist. Overdo it and have a fit. What else should I write? Aqua sea foam, shame, sunburn, with freezer burn. Oh no, not me, we never lost control. Sunday morning is every day for all I care, and I’m not scared, light my candles in a daze. The sun is gone but I have a light. I do keep a date with you. With the lights out it’s less dangerous. Think I’m just happy. Wish me luck. Soothe the burn. Where do bad folks go when they die? Who knows? Not me. Won’t see them again ’til the Fourth of July. Yeah, hey!

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