Epictitus
Meditate on death
Black Angel of Death
Live the good life
Life is suffering filled with strife
He was a slave
Now he is free
We have a different destiny
There are philosophers
Non philosophers
Atherial plain
Travelers
Insane Airplane
Seatbelt battlers
Overhead
Half dead
Wasted
Tasty
Pest control
Hagglers
The best yet
Is Mexi shit
Plexiglass
Will kick your ass
Ricochet girl
Twirled right past it
Move fats
Like Porky's
At last
P
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Fantasy fatass rack of ribs at last
They took a rib from Epictetus
But it was a botched German expirement
Human rights violation blasted at us
But there was still 1 girl who showed up
Glowing she showed her cup
And said she needed a refill
Then she said she spilled her beans
They landed on the floor
She swore
Never more,
Never more,
But that the last rib on the serving plate
Had a quite possible and potential date
With the ominous hoarse voices
Emanating from her dorky torso
Resting on top of the table of fables
So I asked her please can you
Take some of my soup?
I have an ancient recipe
It is Greek
Yet as much as the opposite of meek she was
She looked at me
I could tell she was buzz3d
She told me
She could scold me
Yet instead she lifted her own ladle
Out of a bottomless purse
Up above the table of fables
And then she cussed
Double dipping into the soup
She said wait
I forgot to wash my hands
Excuse me sir
Understand
I just had to poop
But one little scoop
Before I die
To settle this indigestion
She said that she reckoned
It would be a good time in afterlife
I told her it was next to S4
So she headed for the door
She did NOT even tip
So as I emptied my clip
I shot out each and every window of her car
No human casualties so far
Yet the terminator lives
He killed flies in my kitchen
I was the Lord of the Flies
Yet my girl was mad bitchin'
I could say I would pray
Over this ladies last meal
Yet some words I might steal
So instead
For the half dead
Epectitus was right
A slave could recognize
False lies
People chasing a false prize
So that lady just replied
I picked up her plate
She said is it too late?
To get a slice of our cake
Instead she toured the ladies' room
Doom, gloom, and a boom from my camera crew
She said shoo!
I to come unglued she had to poo
Do not worry
No one is in a hurry
That is the 1st thing dead people do anyways
So she went out in a blaze of glory
Massacred that chocolate cake faster
For even gratuity I could NOT ask her
Do you serve 2 masters?
Because you are NOT half dead
You are just halfway there to your new life
So I got down and asked her to be my wife
Then she shit herself and died
Hey I tried...
Yet try is a fail word...
Wait!
Wait!
Cut the scene
Can someone please relieve this actresses' role
She never does what she's told
Then the crew improvs her death
We said sir we apologize
We had nothing left
She would rather kill herself apparently
Than have to smell your bad breath
Take 3 scene 2
Testing testing
Test
Test
Yesterday's Beatles
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