Fuck it, I listen to the Grateful Dead still
sometimes. Specifically this song triggers loving memories of barely remembered
times. Shit, I sing in my head “honey come quick with the iodine” like once a
month, and I imagine the iodine is actually an overthrow of our two-party
kleptocracy, which is run like a good cop/bad cop, where the bad cop is
currently just fucking shit up left and right, and the good cop turns to me and
says, “See? The only way you’re going to get him to stop fucking shit up is to
start talking to me.” Fuck I hate cops. BUT DON'T FORGET TO PICK YOUR FAVORITE COP NEXT WEEK! VOTE FOR ALL THE GOOD COPS! Some of them are even brown, and they do cool lip sync challenges on their social media accounts.
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