You gotta put Dong-bi on a rotisserie.. she's not even half-baked
man.. you gotta gas her first, then put her on a rotisserie. Or else
she'll resist. Set the temperature for *Breathing*.. I like my
chicken Breathing.. I saw this mundane restaurant at Chinatown.. they
had dog going on a rotisserie.. and the customers were there to get
premium cuts.. I was horrified. Hey, I am gonna secure my earnings..
not give it to any old joe.. in reference to a bucket, why should I?
Anyways, I must be well-provisioned.. It's hard to get a job these
days, according to hearsay.. I feel pretty much like I'm driving miles
on end with no destination whatsoever.. The economy itself doesn't
look good.. America may end up poor..and jobs are closing down as
well.. means unemployment will be off the charts. Now what is your
masterplan? is the question there.. what is your masterplan? Open up
a small travelling circus or some shit like that? It doesn't work
that way.. for Dong-bi to poop out a Mexican coin, she must be fully
cooked on the rotisserie.. Only a few functions to be mastered.. not
so demanding.. no everchanging assignments.. just the same shit over
and over so I can have my cash and spend it.. jobs are but a few.. and
in tokyo you've got in the lowest end of the foodchain hi-tech
janitors who do things via digital technology.. soon to be replaced
by robots.. Che-Bu-Rami will pay for her crashed car.. It's good that
you can fall back on something.. I mean, a person has to be well-
provisioned.. And as such, you are expected to behave and sht.. but
discipline is out the window.. and not an ounce of effort goes to a
household chore or work at anything.. then you panhandle for cash..
not even 1 ounce of effort..you're going down my friend.. actually
most jobs are occupied, so you can say you didn't have a choice in the
matter..like me.. anyways, this is getting tedious.. I'll see you
later..
-sEung b. Kim