It was late last night so I didn't get to finish off that last entry. I wanted to end with all of us pondering the words from a little Modest Mouse:
You wasted life, why wouldn't you waste death?
You wasted life, why wouldn't you waste the afterlife?
I'm not so intent on mocking Prairie Muffins as I am at getting people to consider who they are and why they do what they do. What role they play in our upside-down society. If you can do it in less than 20 twenty seconds then I accuse you of not actually thinking.
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I, on the other hand, am giving up on getting people to think, and will focus on the mocking of Prairie Muffins.
They've got to be aware that Prarie Muffin is a euphemism for cow turds, don't they? I think a PM Manifesto written from the point of view of a dessicating dung pile out amidst the sagebrush is worth posting somewhere. Here's #1...
1. Prarie Muffins are committed to enriching their surroundings through their own decomposition and sticking to your boots if you step in 'em.
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