Ah bin Poe Zest. Nammit. Ah got me sum kinda rockin devil in me, sum kinda Garr Hool. Ahma kinda Zom Bee or sum Go Lem or sump else likewise. Sweet Jheesu.
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Now, that’s an approximation. Bo Vaxxine isn’t always easy to translate, and the feeling – the signal, the reception – is stronger or weaker at different times. Bo wants me to learn the banjo and sing a little to help with the flow. If I put The Groupies or Link Wray or some such hillbilly on the grammy he goes hog-wild. Sometimes gets a real hold on me and makes me dance a jerky, manic kind of dance. Caught my eyes in the mirror once while I was shaking around. Them big round eyes looked mighty terror-full. That ain’t no real word, a course, but Bo Vaxxine sure gotta speak fo’ me sometime.
Here I go again.
