[“She had a horror of rooms. She was tired. You can't
hide beat.” - David Bowie, “Scary Monsters” 1980]

She is our community's bicycle, everyone gets to ride. She is a door
**** too, everyone gets a turn. She loves to commit deadly suicide.

David Bowie feared that the 3,349 new types of orange juice would soften his stool considerably and then there'd be no salvation army for him. “Great!” He bellowed. “Just when my shoes have crapped out. What am I going to do? I'm low on marital aids.” It wouldn't be long now, the wiener that the dog got from the garbage can. “Let me Q-tip your **** crack & you'll be ready to go.” ~ “Thanks, doctor of proctology.” ~ “Oh, I'm not a proctologist.”