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>> OR 3 << (Garbage and Paradise Lost)

No sleep, one gooey red something or other shrink wrapped bun, coffee out the wazoo, and weird shit going down everywhere made Biblical frogs by the mile seem unremarkable. So who reads signs nowadays anyway? What is it again? Frogs, hmmm, is God pissed with me? No, maybe, just disappointed - tapping a heavenly nickel on your window. Yo. Wake up. Locusts. That's miffed. That's more than a wake up call. First born, now that's pissed. Really really pissed. Is there a look up table, like logarithms, for heavenly pissedoffedness? Plague of: honeybees = uneasiness daddy-longlegs = apprehension silverfish = resentment termites = anger mosquitoes = malice fleas = contempt weevils = animosity cooties = ire wasps = rage earwigs.., yuk, they chew your brain, no, yes, what do you think - hate, or something like that? Who knows this stuff? OK, not the guys in three piece suits. But why is it that we look to the zoners who can't seem to get their buttons in the right holes to read signs for us? You wonder if Zoroaster had his sandals on the wrong feet half the time. If then