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How to fight lonelinessSmile all the timeShine your teeth till meaninglessAnd sharpen them with liesAnd whatever is going downWill follow you aroundThat's how you fight lonelinessYou laugh at every jokeDrag your blanket blindlyFill your heart with smokeAnd the first thing that you wantWill be the last thing you'll ever needThat's how you fight itJust smile all the timeJust smile all the timeJust smile all the timeJust smile all the time
Truman, I wish you would stop saying all the horrible stuff. It is very troubling. Please try and be positive.
Okay. But I still gotta say some funny disturbing stuff like the story of the glow stick and the carpenter bee. You know that one was funny. That story was insane. But still, if I tone down all the way nothing would be funny.
To gain balance and to cope with the knowledge of the existence of his trash relatives Truman whittled a tiny little wooden box with a sliding lid. Inside he put the smallest minature Vlasic Dill Pickle from the jar. Using a Melon ball scrapper and a sharp knife he created a Kangroo pouch in the scale of the box at the base of his skull on the back of his head. The most painful part was gouging out the thick skull material but the indention worked fine. Now he can walk PROTECTED by the little pickle in the box in the Kangaroo pouch at the base of his head. Combing the hair over the trepanation is invisible. Secure in the solice the pickle brings he can inhale deeply and know he is SAFE each time he smells a whiff of the hidden dill.
I am supposed to have surgery later this morning to have most of my left diabetic foot removed or all of it. A few hours before the surgery without aneasthetic I am going to perform tortures on my left foot. An electric Thankgiving serated carving knife. A pellet pistol. Matches lit burning down between the toes. I'll devise a few other fun things to perform on my foot before the surgery. I have asked the doctor to give me the removed foot. I'll put it in a rinsed out PIG FOOT jar full of alcohol to preserve it. Tequila. Then at partys I'll bring it out for people to drink. Better than the worm. Anyhow I should have stayed on my diet. The foot now looks hideous and it aches so painful. I can't wait to admire my glorious stub. Anyhow, that is the latest Truman news. Truman Bentley Jr. Foot operation.
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