fig.09.90) shabby and a beaten rose In a room both broad and spare, We didn't arrive here fair or dressed for shine. We're not here to live so well. We are the nope and we roll among the coffee and those donuts that someone else brought to this meeting. Me, I'm here to smoke and I'll stand in the corner until I'm done because I can wait for what happens next. Considering my safety net, rather than being weak, it is actually corrupt. The bureaucracy maintaining this thing has been stripped of its ability to function! It's drowned in a puddle. Nay, a dish of fantasies that were generated by radical grifters of prayer, "can I get a Holy F'n Fart!" This vital heap of king and queen, fine from sack and pillage, they're not here for this either. Did not have a thing to smoke, nor hands with which to cop a tong. "Rather not too must or shall you get a Holy F'n Fart from usly," sayeth their Stripper, both young and comely!