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[Phoebe]

Ugh, all this morning squirrel behavior.

[Mike]

Ugh.

[Kyle]

Dammit, I'm Mad: by Demetri Martin

Dammit I’m mad.
Evil is a deed as I live.
God, am I reviled? I rise, my bed on a sun, I melt.
To be not one man emanating is sad. I piss.
Alas, it is so late. Who stops to help?
Man, it is hot. I’m in it. I tell.
I am not a devil. I level “Mad Dog”.
Ah, say burning is, as a deified gulp,
In my halo of a mired rum tin.
I erase many men. Oh, to be man, a sin.
Is evil in a clam? In a trap?
No. It is open. On it I was stuck.
Rats peed on hope. Elsewhere dips a web.
Be still if I fill its ebb.
Ew, a spider… eh?
We sleep. Oh no!
Deep, stark cuts saw it in one position.
Part animal, can I live? Sin is a name.
Both, one… my names are in it.
Murder? I’m a fool.
A hymn I plug, deified as a sign in ruby ash.
A Goddam level I lived at.
On mail let it in. I’m it.
Oh, sit in ample hot spots. Oh wet!
A loss it is alas (sip). I’d assign it a name.N
ame not one bottle minus an ode by me:
“Sir, I deliver. I’m a dog”
Evil is a deed as I live.
Dammit I’m mad.

[mimekiller]

[Phoebe]

Jesus, we need you here. Also it is true, you can't steal somebody who doesn't want to be stolen. But you're also giving them options they wouldn't have had otherwise. Let the bitch step forth who is willing to be so brazen in my vicinity. There is one particular one who tried and failed (let's hope), and I would be hard-pressed not to clock her in the face if I ever see it again. So... Jesus, stay with us here. These people need help, and I need help turning the other cheek if the situation ever arises.

[Phoebe]

I was distracted by the need for Jesus so didn't see the impressive poetry up there! Though the name Demetri Martin doesn't quite do it justice. I feel like he should rearrange his name letters a bit, and add a few. Pleasing though.

[Tahlvin]

Good morning!

[poorpete]

Morn!

[Mike]

Ing!

[Phoebe]

[Kyle]

My.

[Mike]

Sterious.

[Kyle]

St. Erious

[Mike]

Urper.

[Kyle]

Sonality Disorder

[Mike]

Lies (1987), starring The Fat Boys.

[Tahlvin]

Good morning!

[poorpete]

Mom!

[Kyle]

Good morning from Rosenberg, Texas, you homophobes!

[Tahlvin]

Good morning!

I thought about skipping this morning and just letting Kyle win and let the thread die. But then I came to my senses.