*We’ve Come For Your Killer Instinct*
Andy Warhol walked into Walmart looking for bullet ideas.
Helicopters evacuate war-wounded soldiers in her heartbeat.
With a wheelbarrow of mini marshmallows, Mickey Mantle
couldn’t find the things we had thought were lost, if we ever
were, mostly always, the emergence of, see them with me: I
thought that was all going to go away. Like a lot of life, no?
Look out for later—Look for something that looks like this:
Travesty scavenger hunt. “What aisle the new Mattel toys?”
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