My curls and lop-sided suburban values make you laugh and I don't need to defend something you don't give a crap about anyway.

Get your picture taken, baby.

Pay your bills, honey.

Shut up — ok.
I'm not angry at you organization
but it's not for me
now I can't think for my self, dammit.

Happy, very much.

A little tired and close to execution
maybe.

—J. DiMuro