Just like Paul Newman with the Blues (5/14/97)

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It doesn’t take a rocket scientist to figure this out, he says.

And, he continues, I am a fucking rocket scientist. I’m Hermann fucking Oberth. I’m Sigmund fucking Freud. I’m Ludwig fucking Wittgenstein. I’m Richard fucking Phillips Feynman. I’m Friedrich fucking Bubba Nietzsche. I’m the fucking Shadow, who knows what Evil lurks within the hearts of men. I’m the hurtling comet, the masked Avenger, the guy who eats chili and never fucking farts. I’m the Silver fucking Surfer, the herald of Galactus. I’m Mister fucking Fantastic. I’m Ben Grimm, the orangeskinned fucking Thing. I’m the Human fucking Torch.

And she, she’s the Invisible Girl. I thought I saw her. But she disappeared.

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April fool (4/1/97)