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  • Oof, man, it's gone all heavy in here.

    I can't stand to see you blue. We gotta change that.

    Are you ticklish? Here? Here? I call for some wriggling giggle!

    Do you like circus music? Spinning tops? Whirligigs? Do I know the place for you!

    What makes you laugh? There's gotta be someone around who knows a thinking man's dirty joke.

    Lord, let's buy a bunch of bananas. We can throw the fruit to the monkeys and I will slip on every last peel just to see you grin.

    Hail Chaplin! Hail the Stooges! Hail Duchamp and Warhol too! Hail Gertrude Stein on a Steinway wearing nothing but a poem full of holes!

    These are our saints. This is our Pantheon. Praise be to the head-spinners, the trapeze-flyers. You idolators of absurdity, you devotees of decadence, you nonsense artists: Hail! Hail!
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