Monday, July 5, 2010

Custom Mugs?

Pigeons will not and do not fuck with me, categorically, because I wear the shades. They scatter when I don't think about wearing my shades indoors and, since I'm being real, I never think about wearing my shades indoors. And before I get too meta about it, the very fact that I'm not thinking about it makes the whole pigeon collective too collectively distressed for anybody still sill-dwelling to look in and verify it. Real pigeons are like dry grundles: they do not exist. I like to make sure they don't exist by placing upon the bridge of my nose my shades and remind those orange lidless eyes that we all look and feel like Ray Charles alone and inside.

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