GOOD RIDDANCE: SHE HAD IT COMIN’ I TELL YA, ALL THIS PURITANICAL HOGWASH, SUCKING OFF THE SWINE WHILE POLISHING THE SILVER, THIS ENTIRE FUCKING HOUSE NOTHING BUT CHAIRS STACKED ON CHAIRS, DIRTY POTS AND PANS FLOWING FROM THE SINKS, CLOSETS VOMITING GOWNS: SEQUINS, FRINGE, ORGANZA,RAYON, SILK, VELVET TONGUES LAPPING UP THE IRIDESCENT COCAINE DUST, MORE MIRRORS THAN YOU COULD COUNT, ALWAYS BURNING THE REFLECTION OF A NATION TIRED OF PRETENDING, YES, WE ARE HACKS AND WHORES, YES, LET’S JUST GET IT ALL OVER WITH, THE MAILMAN HAS STOPPED COMING BECAUSE NOTHING BUT A SMALL MOUTAIN OF JUNK MAIL AND BILLS AND COUPONS BLOCK THE DOORWAY, YES, WE CAN SMELL THE SMOKE AND THE BURNING WIRES BUT THE COMPUTERS MUST STAY ON OR ELSE WHO WILL TELL US WE ARE PRETTY? WHO WILL FEED US EMOJI CUM? AND WHERE THE FUCK WILL I FIND A TRUE-BLUE TOP: NO MORE BAD PORN DRAGS: NO MORE BUG CHASERS: NO MORE BARBIE TRANNIES: NO MORE THEORIES WORTH PISSING ON: NO MORE PRAYERS: NO MORE GOLDEN CALVES: ADIOS! AU REVOIR! I’LL SEE YOU ALL IN HELL! (end transmission).