Some day at the Fringe

I have no fucking idea what day it is, but it I’d not far from dawn. I performed not at all, but could have gone naked. I did see two shows, though. One was great–Doktor Cocacolamcdonalds. (Gotta check the spelling and providea link I the morning.) {Fixed}

I’ve eaten enough fries for three coronary bypasses since I’ve been here. My California weakened body kept in celebration to have had something green and fresh.

Sleep, that’ a why else I be needing.

Talk with me. Please.

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