this episode dedicated to Michael Brown
Fleshbag. The current time is
now 4:14:23 A.M. Humans are usually
unconcious at this time.
Why are you awake?



I had a weird dream. I dreamt
that I was visited by Bill Goldberg.


I comprehend another Pop Culture reference.
A rather attractive WWF wrestler.

Fleshbag, why aren't you
co-habitating with another fleshbag?



I had a good thing but I
tossed it away. I was
seeing great guy but I got
impatient and stupid.
Its a long story --
--Give me the Readers Digest version.



That's a bad pop culture
reference. No one reads that magazine
anymore. Except for grandparents
and the mentally insane.
I'm trying Fleshbag. Please continue.




I was working at a hellish job
making porn sites. We were
both kind of stressed--he was moving and I was
flooded with images that somewhat sickened
me. I eventually cheated on him
because I guess I wanted more attention
and he questioned me about it and I lied.
Like an idiot. To make things worse
I pretended to be indignant and dragged
him through some unwarranted guilt.

I later 'fessed up but it was
too late. Damage done. We tried to keep it going but
it just got worse between us.



Why did you lie in the first place?
I don't rightly know. I guess I
thought I could get away with it or
I needed the attention.


Why did you make him feel guilty?
I really don't know.
But you confessed?
I'm Italian Irish Catholic.


Lifting me up
Lifting me up
Lifting me up
Lifting me up like a garage door;
I need to feel it when the drug starts coming on.
I know you Lord are a jealous lord.
I know the tablet is your competition.

And I need for you to be reasonable.
I need for you to be reasonable.


"How much?" She said, "For three hundred dollars, I'll do it."
"How much?" She said, "For three hundred dollars, I'll do it."
"How much?" She said, "For three hundred dollars, I'll do it."
"How much?" She said, "For three hundred dollars, I'll do it."

Beating me down just like a rain storm.
I need to feel it when the rain starts coming on.
I know the skin is a jealous skin.
I know the sky it is its competition.

I need for you to be reasonable.
I need for you to be reasonable.

"How much?" She said, "For three hundred dollars, I'll do it."
"How much?" She said, "For three hundred dollars, I'll do it."
"How much?" She said, "For three hundred dollars, I'll do it."
"How much?" She said, "For three hundred dollars, I'll do it."

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(lyrics from Soul Coughing's El Orso, used without permission. I'm sorry.