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Paul Spencer
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I try to play the acoustic guitar, piano and those plastic forks you get in deli snacks. I indulge in feverish flights of the imagination through prose and song. During these spells, people cross the street to avoid me. My typing is so fast, I sometimes challenge secretaries to type-offs. I often wish I were taller, then feel the onset of vertigo. I have come to the conclusion that my knowledge of the world is woefully inadequate compared to almost everyone I know. I sing myself to sleep, and often innocent bystanders. I just want to be loved, but I have a nose like the north face of the Eiger. I am a voracious eater of rich tea biscuits. I am the member of a secret society known as The Grenadines. I get sloppily drunk on three glasses of vodka, but crashingly sober after seven. When I close my eyes, I am surrounded by verdant hills and pine trees with low hanging branches.
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