It's like "Tom Traubert's Blues", only crazier, and the vocals don't exist. I did them. Believe me, it's better without. There're some thresholds of crazy that even I dare not cross.
OK, I totally didn't do them. But I still maintain they would only detract, and that I'm not lazy.
And thus ends my entry to MFC Waits.
I'd tell you other shit, but I'm busy, yo. Busy doin' nothin'.
I will tell you, though, that today's poops: VOLUMINOUS!
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