More selections from I Can't Believe It's Not Any Good! collection, c. 1998:
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All the memories and fights, a mosaic or
sewn together like some sort of patchwork blanked
I sleep beneath.
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How wonderful it would be!
How fantastic to be with you, or really,
anywhere that people give a damn about
subject-verb agreement.
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Stop your crying. It's only the end of
your life.
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Turn around. Show it all off.
Oh yeah.
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Hello, old friend. It seems you've grown
some breasts in the seven years since we
last fooled around, that day I got hung up in
your yard.
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I couldn't find a frame for it, but it's the
only picture that means anything to me now.
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Because it rhymes with "vinaigrette," jackass.
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Hey Nancy -
I'm just writing to tell you that you'd be
a lot more versatile if you'd wear something once
in a while besides that black sweater and polka-
dot skirt.
P.S. Oh, and Sluggo's shagging your aunt.
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It's not commitment I'm scared of - it's you!
Put some make-up on!
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