maybe i should call the police
not that theres anything for them to do.
file a few reports. gasp a little. maybe not.
after all this is clevebland
they'd get a bigger thrill if they found a bag of
grass under the sofa.
maybe i should call the priest
not that there's anything for him to do.
say a few prayers. gasp a little. maybe not.
after all this is clevebland
he'd get a bigger thrill if he found a satanic bible
on the bookshelf.
maybe i should call my mom
not that theres anything for her to do
file a few nails. gasp a little. maybe not.
after all this is clevebland
she'd get a bigger thrill if she saw me with a fresh
set of clothes on.
maybe i should call my dad
not that theres anything for him to do
file a few knives. gasp a little. maybe not.
after all this is clevebland
he'd get a bigger thrill if he saw me with a right
sexy girl on my shoulder.
maybe i should call my best friend.
not that theres...
oh wait he's right here
lying in a pool of his own blood
cluthing a large kitchen knife
and a bag of grass
staring at the satanic bible on the bookshelf.
no. i'd better not call him.
he'd just be hysterical.
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