RIP, LOL

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RIP my job     and every job since the one where I got fired           and RIP to every job before

                                               the job where I got fired

because once           you are fired every job before and after are all retroactively fired and post
fired.
All my bosses melted         into one boss.

                                                                My cats got fired and they don’t even have jobs.

                                                   Afterwards, I talked to the wrong people:

                                                                                                people who are sad

                                                                                 about getting fired.
                                                   Instead, I should have talked to

                                                                      people who had recently read On the Road.

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I can no longer talk to anyone I ever worked with     or will work with in the future.

RIP my horoscope for today says:       Your body knows things you don’t.
Don’t I need to know these things too, Body?

RIP to me to me to me. My job is a skeleton with all its meat gone and I somehow did not notice
because I was too busy noticing how the nails and hair kept growing. Everyone corrects me:
they only APPEAR to keep growing. I need to find out how much I can expect my hair to grow
after I die so I can predict what my hair will end up looking like for eternity.

I am like my bones because I am inflexible

                   and I can’t take a joke and falling apart.

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Someone at a bookstore that is now closed said RIP when I did not have enough money
to get both Mary Ruefle’s Dunce and Arianna Reyes’ Mercury (the one with the silver cover).

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Someone told me the definition of Personality Hire.

                                       I went to a party and ruined it
                                       and I was afraid of the future
                                       and it came true just like I knew it would.

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My manager asked me to tell him what my learning style is
          and my answer should have been:

                                                          I    don’t?

RIP my LOLs I am not able to LOL anymore.

RIP my back how does a back problem hurt in my hip?

RIP our RIPs all our graves are going to say RIP and nobody will realize we were making a
joke. Our joke RIP gravestones will blend in with all the sincere RIP gravestones in the
graveyard.

Now, I am making my eyes into little RIPs     and closing them,

                                      maybe forever.

RIP my cat       we buried her next to the prickly pear
   because she also was a little prickly pear.

RIP things that are alive but so tired             so disappointed         and don’t experience

                                                            any peace       at all

                                                                                          and are not resting.