AW, HELL.
RECKON I GOT A BIT A WAYS TO GO. A BIT A WAYS TO CRAWL ON MY BELLY, THATS TO SAY.
THEYS GLASS AND SOIL AND GRAVEL AND FILTH, DISORDER AND DISINTEREST LAYING ABOUT UNDERFOOT,
AND I THERE ON MY BELLY, JUST PROPER FUCKING IT.
DONT RECKON I KNOW OF A BETTER WAY
TO GET WHERE YOURE OFF TO.
AW HELL.
WHAT IF THEY AINT NOBODY AT THE PARTY?
WHO GON EAT ALL THIS SHIT?
WHOSOEVER GONNA SIT DOWN WITH ME AND DRANK AWAY ALL THESE JARS? I BEEN SAVING JAR AFTER JAR OF JUST UNSPEAKABLE BILE FOR THE OCCASION AND I RECKON I NEED TO BE REALISTIC ABOUT THE POSSIBILITY THAT MIGHT NOT NOBODY SHOW UP.
AW. HELL.
WHY IT GOTTA BE THIS WAY?
WHY I STANDING BEFORE YOU, FLINGING GUFF INTO HOLES,
FILLING IT UP BEST I CAN, PISSING MY VERY DRAWERS OUT OF TREPIDATION FOR THE FUTURE?
I RECKON THIS IS JUST THE WAY.
I RECKON GOOD AS ANY.
I DONT RECKON I’LL EVER GONNA FILL THIS THING UP.
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