This scrap of cardboard is the jumbo postcard of the day. Soon to be hand-delivered via electric ass bathtub to the Medicinal Herb Garden Guy via the Life Sciences Greenhouse.
The gold cow is on the fence, looking one way, then the other. She cannot decide which side has the greener grass. All the while she’s hearing her grandma’s voice in her head, repeatedly repeating reminders to be careful what you wish for...
infinitely
variable
within
limits
as
if
what
ever
label
maker
marketing
horseshit
opportune
i s t i c
sticky
fingered
call
it
what
you
will
more
than
you
can
chew
bite
me
point
view
change
scenery
greener
grass
my
ass
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