Month: April 2005

I hate moth­er­fuck­ing, here jump-through-this hoop, and this hoop, and this hoop, fill it out in trip­li­cate with a vir­gin wit­ness and then so sor­ry we’re closed come back when it isn’t The Feast of St. Bureau­crat, cock-block­ing red tape. So here is a not good poem.
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