Twenty fat geese wouldn't renew my lease.

My landlord can suck on my exhaust pipe.

She has the unmitigated audacity to up my rent if I decide to renew my lease. Extortion in the most capital sense. Wrenching control from the powerless civilians. Fuck em. Fuck her in the malfunctioning circle-car at the Bumper car track. Makes me feel rough inside my heart.

So, I think I'll move from this room and find another. I might just take up residence in the haunted duplex of my future-self, Dr. Caleodis. The old comedians' home.

Ronk.

Erkram