The Melancholy Death of Transfinite Joy

 

¤ Oh! Great Woe Has Befallen The South Carolina Governor's School for Science and Mathematics!
       ¤ We went out for a night to wine and dine, but of course only as friends.
¤ Eyes closed, laying flat on the grass I hear a bee: Buzz.
       ¤ America is the country that never sleeps!
¤ They mill around looking for something or waiting for someone
       ¤ How to Make an Endpiece Peanut Butter and Banana, Bread, and Peanut Butter and Banana Sandwich:
¤ Tonight i listen to him sing and begin to think, why am i alone
       ¤ You're pumping life for meaning. You're looking for an extreme.
¤ hand in hand he takes me alone through the dark i stumble backward and become afraid
       ¤ it must suck to be Buzz Aldrin.
¤ Walk to stage. Stand at podium. Look out over crowd. Smile!
       ¤ Look at the world see what it is not what it wants you to see
¤ "Surely," you say, "that old cad, Mitch, got all of his jolly rocks off in his last TFJ article. He'll not strike again."
       ¤ Soap is the yardstick of civilization.
¤ This weekend has practically just started.
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