Hearth Gods XXXIV
- Saturday, Feb. 4, 9pm
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- POET:I have news.
- BEER:NOONS!
- POET:I'm leaving you.
- I'm going to live on the moonbase.
- BEER:WOF?
- POET:It is a clean, dead place where I can be free. Where I can live in my art,
- which is all I have wanted to do in the years that are left to me.
- ...
- Are you going to beg me to stay?
- BEER:WOULD IT DO ANY GOOD?
- POET:No. No, it wouldn't.
- BEER:...
- [BEER begins to cry.]
- POET:Stop that.
- [BEER opens one Brooklyn Lager. Raises it above his head.]
- BEER:TO MOTHERFUCKING EARTH
