I never asked but I heard you cast your lot along with the poor. But then I overheard your prayer, that you be this and nothing more than just some grateful faithful woman's favourite singing millionaire, the patron Saint of envy and the grocer of despair, working for the Yankee Dollar.

Monday, April 17, 2006

despair

Thank you all for participating in my previous post and helping us solve the riddle! Now listen up. I am holding hostages a number of pigeons and squirels that I have been collecting from central park. I will execute one for every day that goes by without someone leaving a comment on this blog. Spam comments don't count.





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