Having Read Sorta, Click
Right Here To Exit This Month and Leave Such Prose Firmly In The Behind
03/01/05 2219
This in e-mail I at once wrote it down in heft my promise to improve,
redo junk no one need see unless interpreting to other once seen
reading: "The rich rule over the poor, and the borrower is servant to
the lender." Simply joyless (basically an assault, makes you fear for
your own safety as seen by others basking in it) maybe possibly real
who'd ask it of the desert languages all rich and sunning of their
filthy lucres basically a fish in cakes "look at the eyes - they say
mine as well as yours" firmly a greeting (bracelets were the real math
they'd say arguably for having asked of them - all like Madonna with
black-rubber cockrings on a wealth of knowing you then and now actually
copper). A dollar, by the way, is real as upward swing, you have none
as poor or getting by. The rich know this already from you they'd say
if poor wakes up in their bed. Lending is its own reward for trying to
have more of it but letting go at once. How so? The quote supposedly in
preference to philosophees (a theater troupe of wannabees in Christ,
Greece) or those who may know, Proverbs 22:7? No - see 22:12 somewhat
altered yet by Jews who know and say less they wrote some and wait to
bargain you as 'in' or 'out' by you. Out then. The rich and the poor
are one under me as poor. We have nothing in common yet. See less. Say
more to be dispelled. Stuff like this is blatant to me and makes no
sense just junk see it first like I do it. Can I heal this unwit
reasonably? Never to such made this - not my concerns. The rich (always
have, known for) have thank-you notes (dollars) from people above and
some here and pay with to see their view applied longways (it mattered
somehow - always a good life to so seek why bother it until you need to
know how this works and not by saying stuff like that, investing, or
perhaps saving - manufacturing a new good for us pays richly no one has
personal wealth over seventeen million these days - no one and we mean
it that's alot too). They get mired in compliment and thanking you back
so to be poor or then much like you - just as nasty as being ripped
from who decides not you. We like your version of wealth too - so a
vanity I'd pay to peek just once a film ensued 'how they did it' they
hadda have help over to that. What? A movie these days just playin' or
your story muted for effect (meaning: I'd pay too, if even as slightly)
is damn costly these days - might as well film on location with and
without star power the personal losses are somewhat compelling. Those
who go on from such must become angels I still call that needy they
were rich people I believe in angels, having them, a place to go - you
don't just make it up on-the-spot, you have your response a name for it
all. Rich? Me? In many ways a 'yes' never, but in conventional terms
'no' again. Oh, alright - you can buy your health back one more time
and I do have the premiere of every show seen but bored at length. That
shit I would shoot live and send once hope you got that for free I
turned on the words for the deaf to see if they actually typed that
shit out trying to convey theirs if an art something to know you better
here, but in mere words "oh oh merci! je defeale". Trying to keep yours
afoot before being bothered, before having to know of less heard.
Before you were decided, focused on. P.S. Nothing enslaves you like
lying. More than a servant sends you back to shame.
More About Thoughts, Heating
- As If You Were Dead My Eulogy Never Practice Never Learn How Could I
Know So To Fool 03/01/05 0829
Rather than start a new month (you're still waiting for perfect, for
you, your authored version, no thanks from me), we're going slip back
into Tori Amos a bit - someone finely polished to set, a big deal to
me, but somewhat mouthy and stupid still (a person unlit in the head, a
woman yet, asks me questions like a mountain of foam - you win me). The
mother of these people her name was Jocelyn will know now in print that
I felt only favored and priviliged to know them and be in their lovely
home all the time (yes, see a Methodist ministry at the top the father
is Brigham Young but soiled bad, nervous, reduced as diabetic perhaps),
and that we have talked since in my head only to find out she is no one
to mess around with as I knew - a joy to me, really, and
proponing (the parents may understand my needs too). Apparently, this
girl Kerry threatened the parents one fine day like is every nightmare
seen (very scary your kids unwelded - brothers, sisters too) and this
woman put something lovely in her food and said 'now what?' to her upon
she learning how it actually works (she had a few prized possessions in
others younger we see it too a girl favored less we see we see). These
people were old, caring beyond norms (no sugar in the cookies for her
she baked, only honey - the kids all fine to form and I could see) and
really nice to me an intruder only ever who worked all to my advantage,
but their kids all went crazy one day simply and under their hard rule
(with me, "oh, someone died" feel less). Am I making fun of these
people? No, the kids reject me coldly (parents interfered again and
never to my gift still sexually and competitive - see if yours fit my
father takes what's intended for me to see if the wand worked once if
first, what I get is to be unseen as pleasures, then ruled) and still I
enjoy people who are meaner and surer their interests are being met no
matter who dies. I go out of the home for that, staying within the
family's unit in for a murder as interested in it only. Here, in this
case, a simple life rung in first. Better to die at their hands than
being left to wonder what hit at me (again, you here first) and then
left me to decide once again anyway the height of selfishness rest
right here with parents see all come due you still the student (one kid
adds of their parents "both died viciously"...no maybe not? be sure of
less "God knows no bounds to it" the father). I left to be with all I
wanted but without guide (thank God they knew better still....or,
again, someone dies). Remember, my thoughts aren't about knowing all to
truth (my father with his own father finally dead or must be near that
commanding a boat full of nevis neo-gay down the coast to Barbados only
to be shot-up with real hurts mid-fantasy - keep that junk on the side
I was priviliged only in my not knowings a charm actually - yuck!
people died? that somehow breeds with you still with corpses lying
around and you ask "what? what?" I bother it merely so strange these
superstars of fate and glory - a superb once now seen crying in private
heaven - what no one need sees - unless the furnace wasn't the actual
source of illumination again someone said something about your breath
or "breasts" misheard not people are gross! trying to take the good but
only you see it and thus standing around flocked at the ol' trading
post with smells they still bargain me but with lower totems not the
higher-ups they only see your fur in wet gloves given not taken for the
self in actualed, mind you), it's about what I was given, what I was
allowed to see, and finally just plain ol' living well. I know nothing
useless and perhaps angering and it showed never say that to me ever
the yet I can pretend yet and thus still will have it better for me
yeah but I see it anyway now you go look for yours and have that simply
without me having to say another bother I know. I'm never picked for
these things I scream bloody murder at the slight thought of intimacy
(a fart? have the good sense to drug me down there, please) having had
yours too many times to breathe your heaven now private again.
Meanwhile, I never dream of the day that people extend hate to me in my
home to no care....I care still somehow but ridicule freely when freed
to do so an absent thought. It's getting hard now I'm not pleasing you
still but you have adjusted with enough ugly undercurrent to ensure my
place as resting comfortably above. The song given below is the drug
one pill you take it to kill yourself off mine hate for you no one
cares what you think still unless and of course you like us the good
with the bad no we know we are greatness and that's hardly done you
would all have and know then thanks we in-fact do hate that is not
powerful yet and a bomb in red stone only this song worth all done here
as just this good to me still many plays many days the damage is done
you I'll try and understand you as you are mine only and just as easily
remade to rest sure as mine, play the part well do it over with flaws
inserted none to certains junk junk find out how it all works simply
kill it (we say it like this to confuse "die" - "I will die you"):
The power of orange knickers
(the wisdoms collected by people
not cared for or then made with yours as with
yellowed teeth...left to die as actually and figuratively)
Under my petty coat
The power of listening to what
You don't want me to know (no
decision made, actually - you bear it and badly a human being made to
know of others a disease yet)
Can somebody tell me now who is
this terrorist (who's to fault?
is it me? yup)
Those girls that smile kindly
then rip your life to pieces?
Can somebody tell me now am I
alone with this
This little pill in my hand and
with this secret kiss (suicide?
'we hate you' it says back to me many
do and personally none to you no - a nobility yet pay my price then
talk less)
Am I alone in this...(never, but
you push all away.....keep your mouth friendly to me always when you
get there as if you see me too - or *you to be alone soon enough and as
made to me*)
A matter of complication
When you become a twist
For their latest drink
As they're transitioning
(poisoned you, now what do you see
finally less to a clairvoyant)
Can somebody tell me now who is
this terrorist
This little pill in my hand that
keeps the pain laughin'
Can somebody tell me now a way
out of this -
That sacred pipe of red stone
could blow me out of this kiss (a
bomb is this reworded better see pipe
blow away bricks or see hate shining at you - never learn if you can't
blow up)
Am I alone in this...(now and
again nothing see the world plain but call me cut deals left and right
you never mattered to me ever like this a story finely made)
Shame shame time to leave me now
Shame shame you've had your fun
Shame shame for letting me think
that I would be the one
Can somebody tell me now who is
this terrorist
This little pill in my hand or
this secret kiss
Am I alone in this kiss
Am I alone in this kiss ("no, but your breath could be better"
- be me I talent all to you no matter what - only a scumbag hates it to
you by mentioning these - is yours first? a dying ember fanning?)
There is no Damien Rice that makes
reference to me (an Asian god of outright murders and simple counting -
thanks again it's only true; who to impress first when they all show up
demanding and counting but in mine? keeps thinking, keeps doing - see
the simplistic made these in names again who can say for sure what that
means and no one thanks it to know take less) is it me thanks to fool I
sound that good never ask how again you cannot know take the tip live
in my world it's simply better for the mothers of the world we don't
care flatly you must know no gay no females no niggers just people I
think and are willing to play all niggers at roulette I throw up my
hands to signal aircraft landing in at too hard to know I'm easy simple
no you not ever. See us all knowing better.
Sexcrime: Sex will never pay for a murder ever, pre-plan. See more sex
instead. Stink and bother? Yours still. See the signs, yield. Always
playing right into it at least once you bother me. No keep thinking me
out. Sex be better for it that counts.
Finally, what are you going to do about me? Never will you I add
subtract you have yours challenged sufficiently I hate being in your
care let's talk again later all know more days collected by you.
Everyone knows everything they made it why bother to say? Are you sure
resting right there in it? Be less. Be sure of it that one thing I
humble right down to me.
Finally again - having the knowledge? No - my walls to burdens thick,
see few opt. Yours samed or drugged and dying too. Hmmmm? What else?
Being resourceful or knowing where to look is important but start early
the library ain't what it used to be a warning like that is real tell
another of yours planned but optically or half-done better yet. Go
kindreds, but see a big easy target of yet a fume of it. My advice?
Stay good to you but you make no decisions, really, where's the above
guide? It led you there with what you don't care about. You'll be
perfect better spent to me. You said it didn't matter after all - be
sure.
The Below Once Made
*B* thank you for being, biting liz fraser the "wormstock"
at the horsetrap - her horse "a vaginal odorform contours
to your mind"
came in lost but sped to the finish *B*
Tori Amos "Sleeps With
Butterflies" - it's that good, until one day a graphic sensed
[come right here] 
if once also see "The Power
Of Orange Knickers" MP3 (5.0 Megs) MMMMM I liked it too hear
me sing ?
drinking cola eating waxes ? Happy Birthday to my mother vacationing in
Florida all probably
drunk I'm out of my mind as per my own device to you will call later.
Time to freshen a bait. *B* just adds an intro lending a design -
*B*B*B*B*B*B*B*B*...the bee keeper anew. Aside my anger, realize that
we can't get to everyone without chance reasoned. I feel fortunate to
have any contribute from and if at all - best left off. We just don't
have it within us yet. Make it come to know you better. Keep lists
small, afforded of. No offense ever to smay a god-like plus your covers
squander my attention with nursings and other stuff I simply don't want
to know. May the music defend your vasts and of it. I missed nothing -
I'm sure of that, no. P.S. You play piano like Elton John I like it
seventeen (17) tracks for that single instrumentation alone. Mind over
says to play this way use in a cooler. Soon - clip art piano lessons
right here - online! Anyone can do it - you'll be all "there is no
middle c". An octave may say "can doubt [with] everything for god
argues [it] best."
Dear Tori Amos (an egglover?),
Your stuff is odd....mind says plays for drunks in Kentucky and the
like. Let's review - I call you a "wildheart", by the way a good joke
still was that you in the market - yes no thanks - the first album I
bought because I had to have it on day-one was "To Venus And Back" for
"1,000 Oceans" - I really liked it alot, but maybe I'm the one being
'sailed home' yet again? Cry me a river only to drain off any commerce
then cry me a canal for travel back upstream away from this now a
harbour of talent. Cry me some Deep Moods "Off My Tit!" too. Anyway, I
know people like your friend and mine Jason who owns everything you've
done and everything Debbie Gibson ever did too but that's not me.
Chances are, I won't even be inspired to listen or even hear of it. Not
true of yours, I got a little something special with "Cornflake Girl"
and then "Blood Roses", but I don't feel like I'm qualified to speak on
anything you do - not even now. I can author Cocteau Twins as
having singlehandedly delivered that to newfounds of success - no
one knew them ever most even reject the notion to know better of me.
Who made the spiny urchin? Who made a wasp? He did. I just lack the
exposures and well other people hafta to do their part carrying this
load of it too. I pay for everything cash and sometimes more than that
once for formats and that means rarely just picking something up -
never will I do this. These people own everything you have too they are
the worst to say any of it they don't mind listening to undercooked
shit I won't have it - I skip their pictures as naked too another
insult to my best left. Their reasons? Unsound. Maybe they won't buy
the music of people who get too slick sounding against regular type
people no one cares less you couldn't starve to death licking rubber
stamps I need something beautiful on tape only nothing I would ever do
for myself as that gifting. So, never get offended by anything but you
have a zero chance of being with me - a person who never lets an album
play - if you ain't hittin' it and largely enough said so. I don't want
to think about anything especially those album covers, names - I have a
hard time with money spent ringing sum total damages in my ears against
good judgment left to decide yes or no that cover no. BMG eases me into
having nothing I'd pay for and nicely, but see all shelved nearly at
that point I didn't get far. You need to hurt people with religions
cast, and I need to employ your services to convince anyone of my name
being true would I play that ever? Not even after my funeral would I
rise you. My path illuminated. By the way - you're a big star your look
and style is good I ridicule people dragging baby grands from door to
door to showcase what's best left undone in a word Angie, but you
marvel it so. So - don't feel bad. There are plenty of people who will
never know success (sucks who?) and as they say "I work for someone [I
don't decide, it is decided by ownership]." Who cares! It is the symbol
of attainment we seek to shovel off on others the good life as simply
taken and just as simply. Thanks for easing me and that is me singing
with you by the way never recorded here really, it is either freaks
sampling restructuring stolen moments or God stuff both lowering to me
in the sink heading down the drain with your CD's about Pele breast
feeding pigs. I asked Toni Halliday "why do you put that shit on your
work so hard to know?" Because you are a woman, a fool. Only you know.
That leads to this site it contents and why ask yourself something new?
I'm gonna play your new songs - including the title track "The Beekeeper" another
twenty times trying to know how good it feels. You are left to look at
me working then die inside of bad feelings surrounded it me. What do
you see? I know at least seventeen (17) different people-beings revolve
in my presentation or so I'm told I don't have that, really. I get away
with being no one to it and on-hold for betters in being also. A crime
to know of and in lesser respects of others only. I avoid any talk in
favor of being stupid, anyone else you care to know. Never add yours
talk in then we get it all some of it, right? You get ridiculed like
this....making stuff up, my feelings on things, you rationalizing. Oh,
this just in: You are Joel's sister Kerry Wilson orange bang! All I
remember is that one picture in the dining room - "oh, Kerry's away
right now." A nun or something obscure. Heroin something. The mother
and I discussed having to do a child away sometimes for having been too
much at a single pleasure. I was scared of entreat (having to say for
them - they kept my interests afoot with twin hardly Kent and after all
you don't have a right to people or to have a being in their homes - as
thankful), and thought of lesser object the Tom Swifties in Reader's
Digest perhaps to master all such wit in so short a time to having
against and then as simply to know better than else could say. What was
that? A hard memory of your brother Joel in the backseat of the little
blue Honda Civic as we drove to a cousin's house at once upon starting
this and then practicing the "Tom Swifties" (?) from Reader's Digest with your
mother - a hard-driving lecteur of sorts in the front passenger seat.
Like two freaks as knowing before others may know and as all
along the way, a pressure from "Tom" said the lake "placidly" (a real
one but misstated from fact, circa 1976 this only at summertime 1978 a
bargain to yet). No, me not left out, simply has
none, firmly made to not. I'll improve your vocabulary - my own gift
and leisure reading I love a word the language of love sinced
- busting at the
sides waiting to use that new word casually, cooly, you as unsuspecting
to remit my vow as then interest expressed. One more gift then off
(each child then encouraged to have gift-bring at supper it would say -
no duplicating efforts find to yours): The house magician Joel (who
died once or twice - at least - at Burgerland childmake parties - hi to
all O'Donnell's) taught me about the little green box with a color cube
inside - you guess the color placed on top by the victim assailant.
Cure: While soothsaying behind yor back, you place the box's lid on an
alternate side then looking out front somehow more soothsaying, replace
the lid and tell dumb fact. A junker, but stumped me bad. Give me
firepaper (rice paper) instead your checks deposited and burn right up.
Angus Fried Chicken
02/21/05 2136
I'm told eating country fried chicken (breast meat of white, less about
leg leave it off a wing to meat) loosens the colon where strictures
have placed due to injury, afford (looks like pencils in some parts in
telephone ads for high colonics). Muscle contrasms (what you call it,
electrical stuff) - will be replaced with healthy tissue in days.
Everything bad for you hurts me too. Have that or else be drunk.
I Still Think I'm In Hell
02/21/05 1146
A day off - great! Another whole day spent writhing with this noisy
fxggxt someone should die maybe me I will fine. The ghosts gotta love
this - two aggled rejects one dying of vicious plague the other opening
and closing pronouncements of gay hate with rubber mallets one each
hand to be sewn inside his plowbelly he got burned real bads too. Full
styrohead of vicks carriagehair "no one ever stepped over me to get to
that" until I said it as then you miming a dimly-lit blurry hole
supra-volcano heliport dare to theorize proctors the sharkman. Did I
offend? Pull the handle [shit!] [shit!] [shit!], grabs maunoevla [ass!]
[tit!] [lip!]. For real? Just 25¢ ante up as per hairlung severs
[lemon] [lemon] [kiwi]. Did I make it rain you say [gin] [bourbon]
[scotch]? I make rain by lowering clouds my command issues minutes days
[tiffany] [ashley] [courtney]. Buckets and buckets of pyoor shmoo! I'm
mad, I said to clean it up, then I got mad again. More of the wetness
bring to me 'til then. More just this now you don't agree I always know
when you turn on me why ask it you're always next.
Donna Summer "Our Love": will
last forever! but until then, click here
Means nothing - testing links been singing this one 'round shop-town an
odd to have it note. My mother does nothing like this. Your mother
assists her with the delegation of that authority hasking if "she
doesn't need to do, she sees." You both having at once lived died.
Someone is singing Elton John on tv they suck I can do it flawlessly
you'd shit other women too (I sing in the dark naked like Stevie Nicks
scented candles all over - I even have tits on lightly touching my
voral areolas with Vicks lammi cremes mind the occasional folk-odor
putt the masmic raglan, neverthelee). Anyone can mimic me - try risking
you at something meaningful a failure is quizzical, making you be real.
Good joke: "HSH"...."he says he's" not using condoms, his dog is biting
water balloons full of olive oil....little wheeljack-conaggro for the
exp. mouth teeth aside. More: People use 'leading' vocals to record
sing stuff anyway. You do a rough enough version on tape hittin' it
high and low and then staple parts shut open others up slow rewind etc.
and then it may guide you to a glory with headphones hiding the
hindtruth only you know bits and pieces of it made too small. Even on
stage they do it saying things like "louder" to the sound guy all you
hear is the other kind to tape real 2 real but we fucked with it
slightly all that clapping to horsejoe snips right out. "Nobody plays
that way - they leave things out to test your feel." When I do it I
sometimes compete too strongly. Take a wind, rehearse well - it paid me
twice. Once when you heard it, once when I heard it. "I knew you
couldn't compete then or ever. Some things cannot be bought. I have all
of yours already - I know it by singing beautifully, I'd say." Quote
ends. The people who know the least of are usually the most anxious to
certify losses by you talent. "Dangerous some" we'd say. Have them over
and again sing loudly enough for others might hear you and do better at
odds with it always. Are these the people we're trying to please? Not
by name, have you. "Um, pardons with me. I'm one of the initial four
hundred thousand you count on by the 'distributor' side. The 'family'
wants it returned - you know - gifting the sense." You're always
stuffing socks with 'questions about me', I need to certify each reject
by me at rapture. Says who? You need to fuck that off me. Not here will
you be an added sum. I know who I am, so thanklit to be prayer ends.
This Is It: St. Patrick's
Cathedral, 5th Avenue NYC - Just Across The Street From Rockefeller
Center 02/20/05 1139
If there's anything I hate, it's a poor god - better just to save
yourself then. Add in compliments about your work and rationalizing a
too few receipt'd good, and you have it done to most. St. Patrick's is
funny (I think these pictures are true, seeing is best) because
everyone wants to get married there and have their reception at Tavern
On The Green - either that or a hot air balloon "day pass for two
asses" and a day of beauty "never remove bubblegum on your face with
nail polish remover again!" - try our cheese-pepper danish or turn
black time. People like Lorenzo Lamas over and over I'd price it outta
the market "you hafta know God" for the marriage and the annulment (a
gay was found and distorted both of tactical-optical enhancements).
Anyway, the cathedral is always busy at Christmas and I'd hafta lock
the place up for mass all of those people in and out for what? You
don't need me yet, but I hate crowds and their bullshit in this the
holy spirit's domain. See my blessing to you in the air exciting and
mysterious and then also note reverence and beauty redone to this at
one. Nobody is scarier than New York Archdiocese...anything official in
New York, really. For myself, I was thinking about huge holes in the
ground for this mannered as descent. Some see nothing I'd want from you
but not as from me. To give away once and then. "Where would you get
married?" A victim only, a local church, then anywhere really. I spare
people the sight of it - not as ours would have it said. Thanks sp'p.
"People like you need to shut up." Reveal both but before can car and
driver. X
A Stack Of Layer Right Out Of
The Seathole I Couldn't Just Pump With Icecubes 02/19/05 1019
I had to clean the woman's bathroom yesterday after the obscened
absence of toilet paper. Is this right for the world? A god made here,
a gay man in it? It seemed more than using the plunger...blood product?
Applicators? Do you know that you can wipe with seatcovers in the
absence of such as passing it on? I love being porter-ripper (carries
trash, empties boxes) giving the guy a few days off, but c'mon! Wake
up! Response: Do your job! More later on 02/19/05: Oh, don't be so
accepting of my fate - gays unite against everywhere! More but less of
the same today, but lovely girls helping out manage to put an essent
spin on everything, so. Get a clue still gross. We have a "mystery shopper" thing now
(along with dumbery's "B.O.B" sticker reminds you to drink some alcohol
B.Y.O.B after checking below your belt for thefts avoiding j'accuse
with 'blues clues' and 'pictionary' two arms waving overhead, I think,
and now supposedly somewhat of a higher-up is checking on us, but also
see who we are in the aisles as working during hours noticing sales,
stars - you never know how the wage strikes you as I not redeemed yet).
All Valentine's Day stuff including Hershey's Kisses are half-off once
even the day after (see St. Patty's Day stuff now - may both die), and
I nearly had a meltdown over some miscalc on two (2) bags my fault of
course I thought it was just for us or something I was obseaned (made
crazy by stealths or being too swift on the mark - see now bald) but
got the chocolate kisses in larger bags for one seventy five ($1.75)
and that never could be bad readjust me upward a floor manager. Now see
cookies, soda...oranges at home some. Chicken. "They're trying to fire
you." No - they just need the help done. These would just fire you and
that would be that "I'm taking over the 'informal leader's' position"
thought I'd wipe asses for now chased out.
Jesus Said Nothing Of It
02/17/05 2107
Of Los Angeles' gay Fab!
newsweekly ("for outlanders, really - people who want to know about
gay" - Madonna says it about people lying around as waiting to be heard
by "we're here too and need your care also") Section B, Volume 12,
Issue 251 dated February 25, 2005 a quote by Jesus "What we're doing
today is old as the scripture: 'Love thy neighbor.' It's what Jesus
said when he gave his sermon on the mount: 'Do unto others what you
would have others do unto you.'" Nobody said that ever. Here's ours in
two (2) folds: Jesus asked others repeatedly not to 'bother' him -
simply. "Do not bother" is the quote only. Then and only "Thank thy
neighbor for being here with us and saying nothing of the loss to their
minds. We are fools playing and they see nothing still." Others
question still our faith of not bothering both to our guides back for
this: "Do not ask others to understand you, ever. Ask them to pardon
your need here, only. They won't, but I will." Next up, plus two (2)
more: "Make your way in the hand, not in the fist." Do not ask others
to fight for your needs forward - only under attack would you I'd say.
Be, do not ask to be further - it saves lives. Next then "Eat first,
then ask for more. Never eat while asking to eat more. Have done before
purchasing more." I'll try that too (hopefully within reign). Then "A
dinner is not a supper. At a supper or elegant, we give thanks
too. Give thanks for that - I always do, somehow knowing more to say.
Is that clean? Cleaner than you bargain for. Stay off my table for
starters, then look at yours dining then. "Look at yours in the tooth
taking me for walks here." I update, you remoil (suggest guide). To
yours, I'd admonish (offer to rebate for yours undertsood at, with).
"Seem real for starters. I'd do it better yet." - Jesus to "philohoms",
a natural conservancy of half-truth in Russia proper. Misbegots
(frankly, all dead yet).
Like Scads Of MPEG's However
Indiscreet I Can't Just Keep Doing This Just This Once More OK You're
Not Big Enough One Day A List Of Sights Seen 02/16/05 0321
Still thriving with my "just say it then know better, if somehow" plan
to do dishes and change the hardtop down ("just what ends the talk, not
to know how you'll actually do it yourself exactly by then again not")
another gift to be returned as hastily as I'll just add it in: Michael
Vartan (susp? cic; - were you so shameful as to suggest Jimmy Keller
your mite with the pre-advantage name "Tim Keller" playing um, "rude
boy" - gross! oops! now seen as "Tommy" you are not him or then a
family friend from the old neighborhood more closely associated with a
younger brother we've talked recently in dying stages and
removed....what is your fascination with Jimmy? same as mine the
private pool club at Hanover? thanks too long your cousin seem + + )
came in to the ol' shoppin' bag earlier for a
closer look holds up nicely too nothing about me here thanks. I keep
seeing lots of famous people ("who? no, I simply hate that stuff -
verril bask axis" + "are you real?") but I can't keep worshipping other
gods and be with me in the head proper all made so dumb. Anyway, yes
I'm real playing to dumb and you tell me you are living here in the
funhouse with me a ghost coming and going. Fine. You made your mother
be here (the living of ordinate or merry try and commit spirits-minds
of the newly dead to this place with ritual - gross body corpse stuff
you don't need all true we help the dead care for the dead with those
who care not of it we help you too the above speaks in many such voices
all to me dropping lines down never a fool but hard on the tone of it
you seek less from me for being less - a newfound party only to be me
"it's not bad" have hope then simply die off "be less here at me" and
eat less with it in mouth done) fine that failed she's bigger than you
no you did it all too
quick. Meanwhile, zitweists of pork truffles to the barbened sclynt
breasts of Zila Mraser (you are truly a shitbag, but I deny it's you
still and I fucked Ladorda last night - gom so?) now I have another
love interest here with me seeing knowing more without you now bow down
to me again who'd simply just lose but to me most often do. Michael -
remember he died at Boy George's in a heroin den succumbed all at once
of Mikey Craig that or then probably I saw it all watts fauld - here's
your mention hope you stay around we'll fight and you can still be a
part of it all we'll go after your mother soon enough mine wonders
aloud to my roommate why I don't e-mail all in card by mail (lovely
that with St. Patrick's Cathedral 5th Avenue NYC my favorite church yet
on the opening flap with Thirteen
WNET New York supporting and in mind - a pledge card or something).
That guy
is not real - haven't you heard that indians-buffalo thing a joke heh
heh? The queen is a pervert "a race should die then live" a winner only
then - seems you liked this smilting cannibis at once asking for you
while
being placed on hold? I just did that finally e-mailing yesterday have
a reason keep in touch to yourself now she thinks she had
to ask I get there without prompt but someone tries to get you to lose
all so dumb. That last vision, by the way, was her head rolling off my
brother's
chest "sorry Mom" still a jerk I reveal. I just watch and listen as
somewhat amused by Jews who are fucking mean a loving cat bringing
something but unwanted to appease me I favor their kids seem torture
them only. What am I supposed to do with that? Simply awful, she
approves it for me then it's just you god not god hi to Yoko Ono we see
you too hi nothing embarrasses me save face.
More 02/16/05: "Do you really
know people [as really then just getting to know them in mind or
psychically]?" Of course it's real, and as if - the joke's on you.
Never will I make a move to say - what do you see? All yours. The most
I'll say is I don't get anything on the street to suggest me being
there with it as improper - all clean to me while having it all for
real, Bitch, a compliment I have bad fights with people resisting me
too but I don't plague the resisting usually the gift spoken I just
kill you for disrespects involving me and move it out to another as be
back one day maybe friends probably all forgotten by me don't bring it
up would be hardening against stealth we are made to know less and
start again you becoming more worthy or less providing of unhappiness
to me the truth is you died but who has to live there? Though others
try and guess with what little I provide to truth you ask me first
mostly to then interfere with a great use for me, only, I know for sure
and will not be chased around by people taxing me no thanks see less be
less for it. Real not real I decide you then see it here and adjust all
to my liking as mixing a track of levers only to sound out. I don't
want your pride or your sympathy - I need you casual, kind. I need you
to be wanting of it as I offer much but not cheap and also you need to
be less caring of harms to you I hurt no one but having confidences or
loyalties sucks only. So see. I was made perfect and alter you to be
less for me. I don't provide that much you can't get elsewhere and
anyhow. I'm not alone - just left without you an opposition - so? I
don't get so stupid as to have three (3) days of a concommittal
relationship with anything not here in-force you on a lazy susan I
ketchup later mustarding over. "Pepper spray?" So, we keep the ideas
fresh and forward moving but some boy here maybe we met somehow your
body now stolen will knock me blind each time I reach there and you'll
still get disgusted knowing any more of it to be. Why pay more? Worst
fear: Anything I wanted for myself never came to be with me just talks
to me from out there somewhere the army has your face shackled on the
way in. Fuck that. Return to me soon enough get here or lose hair,
teeth.
Black herstory mouth 02/16/05: You
need hear white people on the inside like you live here and you do.
You're hurt somehow but I bleed to hear myself spoken as such and as
said once. Never not a friend will share hate. P.S. I wouldn't go so
far as to say anyone is wrong - get that straight off, get better at
it. Suck me to live in it you'll be there soon enough the plan the
message. The doctor is "in" (your bedroom late at night...say
"Lasitter" the impossibly slender line out pulling you in taut the dead
surgeon of hands gloved held up for inspection the angel of harms maybe
me guised the blackened eyes of the dead surgeon masked scrubbed
needing your parts crying desperately (immotioned, you die with of
these tears mine no help or favor to - Marvol M. Teague Margeul, aspect
taylor and vouch actress) in the shadows to you for forgive what must
be taken the offer is dead parts something only you I must know
together. I have two (2) hands you'll see as the line is drawn close
held up for yours to inspect the next day you awaken anew a shattered
of dreams behelden. Nothing too known too loose. Nothing I know I raise
boxes here from the ground huge machinings I ridicule you the ghosts
here with a name perhaps all studio and just for us I made it up
actually just as announce all in a peculiar foreboding early late of
the witching hours some not good like a woman tried to script it no
rewrites with on-the-spot I'm a jerk really we learn, find more
together I "reveal" this in time as not actually known to me in support
frames that is a lesser to be in a person having prior to incident and
doing nothing for it I see. I get impressed with myself quite often
you'll see I'm toughest on it too that stuff - not good enough yet
breaking off then it was always only good I've seen it better.
Another
Brown Turkey Egg Of An Idea Now Exposed 02/17/05 0948
Another supermarket story: Twice now to me and my suspicious mind (as
having now exposed bar soap Lever 2000 as crushed cornflakes with sugar
and all right in there), someone has asked me for "cornflake crumbs" -
like bread crumbs but insert and studio and I think to myself "what's
that saying to me?" like it's something pointed a cruel joke about and
for me (make him look again for something no one finds, all the asking
in the world doesn't make me know God I have to see for myself). Why
wouldn't you just make that for yourself using cornflakes and a rolling
pin like I did probably at once for fried chicken no that is perfect as
is? What? Is the sublime 'taste' of cornflakes ruined in pressing out
the inner-pattern too much my tongue can't see its way in? That's not
bread after all having to be dried and sifted to crumb. A big bother
for usefulness seen, not just another bad idea roiling in the havehead
get rich quick after making that and having to pay for it's um
"execution" yourself. Is this a woman or a black-owned business prosper
checking on a bad idea moiling with me? That's simply stupid, a real
turkey - just ask me. Why would anyone want that as ready and done -
have you tried it? Hardly a time-honored tradition, GROI! Well now see
truth seemingly rise with having to know it came up again this morning
we'll use it and present Kellogg's
Cornflake Crumbs as sourced (the people asking me at the store are
like Jews - really angry having to explain theirselves to this and me
wondering why not reject this instantly now I know). Why know more? Recoil! We don't have it,
we specialize in leaving special stuff off see no Post raisin bran
("expensive") no Murphy's oil soap ("[no business] wants you to pay
first", does not clean floors we say - I'd use it anyway for wood
floors period, what do I know God says "use Pine Sol" for all floors
yet we have it....continues "Murphy's is for gentle people of little
smay" it said, I like it on the shelf...I like it a little brand of
tradition made big) in comparison a gourmet may see the floor different
- is also Woolite simply). Finally, now we see that cornflakes
produce hateful activities in people as pressed into flakes smaller.
The hydrogen-rich chlorine of makes people mad too much. Do not press,
do not use too much in flake form neither. Corn is dangerous as fried
and used later with stiffenings. Keep little in your life. Snack foods
excepted here - don't even ask. So
now we know why and say so. GROI? A Madonna-inspired thing from the
early days I torture she now hates it - "get rid of it!" Source: People
Magazine, brown intro cover of the 80's.
Just For The Thought Of Me
02/15/05 1342
C'mon - what could it mean to be better than you? Something's nicer
about being with me you're blowing up in my horn hat again that
peanut-shaped head foaming with lard until everything is suspicious you
surveying worlds beyond our world with those little beady eyes all of
that grain packed up in your ass. Yesterday, I was criticized for
buying my ex a little box of Godiva
chocolates at Bristol Farms
(an old horse farm owning bricks for the purposes of sale some of
horsetrails nearby on Santa Monica Boulevard all of such until 1920 or
so this on Beverly at Doheny "we don't give off nuthin', we don't know
what we're
gonna have and shortly" - now a retailer, but keeps the lamps alive -
take a look) for the hates wandered
in. You can't keep being an asshole to people, can you? Sure - but you
don't have to help people dine on it. I like to put a few things about
to confuse, to argue, to seem else at any time sad, sad gets no wind
breaking. People are still cheap enough, and I buy quantities of
satisthanks with scents and symbol. Why be that for them? Forgive
yourself for being so nasty about things you only decide to not, after
all. You just said no, and that's worth nothing yet. Thank someone all
of them as to yet. Where to put my good feelings about you? Jail?!?
Your upper sex path is truly sad, the other launderer lies near death,
you alone have the other answer. Simply stated, you are fucking gross. No one will see,
sure - so worth it too just add up all the benefits versus missing this
one big chance for you a whole lifetime then to miss this one shot up
the ass. Valentine's Day (Saint Margelle is this by the way, is now
dead and still in me for her words celebrate yet, the word "valentin"
say the usual way (um, "val-en-teen") is for "a valley of death spoken
[still waiting for
you, has this in mind] now see that) is the one day you can leave roses
on the
windshield of the beloved's Chevy Nova without someone calling the
police. "Yeah - it's him again, leaving presents. Can't you talk it out
of him once and for all? Last year I got all the way home and called
someone back - she said "roses? I wasn't that interested - maybe you
find out later and somehow I live on sparing each other the loan."
Lives for that moment another in dying sames. Continues to live on it
anyway "Bitch - the whole world isn't insane about being with queers.
Another woman is fries to my stink. Eat less at me - wise it up. God
barfed - that's all." Actually, God thinks queers are just that and
pities them. So sad I simply don't understand what is that about?
Simply wronged. An "ingenue" is an old person acting new but in front
of you "like you do - no one sees". Something about your 'day' - I hate
seeing it even once. Live it long in the head an old man getting tits.
For what? Maybe some old woman burns one off at the stove - we now know
how to replace speckled rag muffins. For what? Never say that to me
again I'm calling the police.
More 02/17/05: The aforementioned
box of Godiva, of smalls and lined gold, needed a little something to
convey holiday - a little red foil heart lick the back I asked of at
purchase to no avail I would have to seek the people at Dawson's (a
now-defunct stationery store - hello then) or
Avery I thought. You may want to
consider more next time for us your
valentines (livers, hearts) of more cost and fabric were beautiful
though. Usually, Russell Stover (um, the catholic sense of Hershey's
pure beeswaxes made sensible for the gifting masses, see no better)
conveys me though as Godiva (um, Panasonic - and as still Russell
Stover for grading masses) goes to someone who eats of body and soul.
Someone said. Note the gold box for Christmas giving usually - no other
time conveys them they say. Do better as this, their little foil-lined
chocolate hearts may say it all still however and for perfectionists.
Another good gift idea never cheap, savory: Haagen-Dazs vanilla ice cream
(simply the best to me - it is only the real thing like you made it,
but simply) in a tiny container like the usual one a pint but sizes
smaller with rubber lid and inner seal. I get 'em up on Sunset for one
twenty five ($1.25) each you couldn't eat that with a wooden
spoon-lathur but it speaks to such being how. Mind says "for catering"
a white wedding whatever I love the size stimulating my mind I bought
three (3) of them last week two (2) for me one (1) by a guest my needs
seem greater.
Depeche Mode
"Useless (Kruder & Dorfmeister)" MP3 (7.1 Megs) You know
who you are - me too. To honor all I never cared for not coming my way.
"You should get solvate for that [or be left to solve yourself]." -
Neil, then more on 02/15/05: People say "Moon, if you are the one true
God [like you would know what to suck on if people couldn't inform you
of my desire to please you at first, as if a dick could be any more
disgusting, then see it at that - a finger in the mouth, but then two?
never see, never to know neither] even Christ knows of your powerses,
what is the dripping kinda sucking sound in this song?" The dead say it
is a phone ringing - you know, all they are allowed to hear as that (I
ask questions all around to know better - they get nothing really in
terms of being a better person, they keep all really...embarrassed,
shy, confused about alot still, willing to kill at first find, will
take of illicits by the way of pleasures sought. Still retards about
people being needy and not living well until they are there helping
with sexplussed - still mean enough to steal someone from you for the
havings, "why weren't you at my funeral" then I play dead "what about
mine? I died you know a lonely faggot just like you wanted for me the
AYDS came down in time to end me just for you seeing it be not having
sex ever no more than two partners all of life hurts bad huh I deserved
to die too, you must trust that by try cope win-win what becomes a
legend most to someone eating nutsy-fried assholes papped in dunglivas
just like you King Vitamin "Oral" B?" Will see all of my ends made and
to be my way. OK - I simply approve to it but you may die of me at
anytime a real jerk (take the time to erase threat with the promise of
being just that littled bargained right down into a hole trusts Mary to
eat my shit). Anyway, that's what I get at first take no prepare. The
truth (what stinks, what lacks luster - you would choose an any else
for yourself in truth, something made for your pleasured as to be
sensed, nothing rationalizes to get at a truth - you may know that) is
not interesting at all - "just a sped-up dialer to my home asking
people to remember me again I'm here once placed and informing then."
That's Neil telling people he's real as returned (and then find the
vocals I hear are all re-recorded too! been wundrin' about whether this
stuff hit it the first time as issued all so good to me). I kinda love
him Neil but think he betrays me sometimes. Never really, just a beauty (you never killed me
fool - we lie to people our memories of being not special to people
forever burned right off in me still - never a special, just here as
placed simply.....you? loves to tell it in lies gets paid to fool you
some okay we died bad many times over stagnants of years untold to me I
have nothing at all really but I like a little lie ever now and again
to buff it up to your needs met). Never think I say too much. A clarity
will never be sought of me so much said inside it way down deep. Think
to be less sure, end it to you. People like me aren't much fun maybe
you know this.
More about me then: I believe that people make even more trouble
for people as discarded wallets crack for that story - whatever takes
cheap, easy down the lane you could know this stuff verify facts dates.
I believe that every dumb fuck meets this one day as me - rude,
harmful, unmatched to ever be. Truth. We don't live to fuck around, but
you are spared by us for what? For being additions of bother only.
Never useful to make it new with - better left off, around. When people
go to Hell (as hungry is felt - we differ in respect to, some made
fat), they get to know stuff no one needs to know unless you like
hurting the plan for. Never think to be bothered or marry it a bitch
any way you have it. I leave you alone because I simply wouldn't have
it near me speaking of. Trust it - a bother lies bothered by being
with. Not my gig - you listen for words to take exception to, your kids
may advance with me beyond telling seeing. We're normal people. Normal
only - see it come, stay. I don't need you to understand me at all once
you are made to my liking twice now and quite dead. Two people are left
and I never ask or wonder why - I simply had to leave one other to note
my rise over you. I don't feel any different....how about you? Mine
stay down and talk no more to me of their shit I like that.
And Then Finally, You Can Now
Comb My Hair 02/09/05 1932
Was bagging at work today in the 'express lane' so to speak, and who
approaches my sacrificial altar but no less than Martin King all
dressed up with linens and franks and made one piece again. So new in
fact that I asked mind over "what did you do? replace the whole thing
at once?" (and no, actually twelve [12] minutes each four [4] usually
and done at night then). Sure - he approached shorter than thought, but
with that face handsomed and as usual unfriendly I saw you thanks.
Never think it a gift, I offer women one explanation still and why not
you would have me less. Thanks Martin. Approach me soon Neil-less. No,
I promised you not to fight any of it off - all sanctified no matter
what (you know me). His quote "If forever has a day, you're in it."
A New Pain Befelled Me
02/09/05 1316
Was issuing protoplasm wildly in a magnet stream up against a wall my
thumb vexed my forefinger (like a coin toss, actually) for minutes and
then "ooo - the pain...what's that?" like alot of cold in finger tips
there or someone pinching I could handle it sure no bother but claim
you. The cold dragged in by someone new minding now dead of reason.
Never touch me self or see me die with you in charge that time once was
false too. Supposed to be the pinch of tweasers some dullard made me a
pew to kneel in. I hate any false givings you know less now. Keep your
cold or live me in it cold.
Psychosexual Versus Paranormed
02/08/05 2035
In regard to naked statements (um, the intrepid see us and make it
known? no - know nothing of it see me then run to yours backwards) grow
up - we are health, body, and mind here - not saveruons (our own beauty
savored, a bad taste in me already as...reveuve) of publicity for
ourselves. I play with the best of, but leave off friends and saints
making it theirs samed as them. Don't confuse a rawness made of
bodyshames with who I am private and nurturing of my selves and beings
selved. I get what you would not receive and give all to be with. My
friend is God then, not your friends as. A "lechery" (taking home
twice) ensues you - not here. "We are health and tax here, not health
and wealth [these days]." No one asked you to sparkle me. They shine in
you. Psychosexual - a
trauma made inside of us in the flesh - makes us think too much
of ourselves when no one is watching us. A bad feeling - a 'horace' or
black man made in us - is removed with these. You are real then to us
too. See you. The paranormal
reject me in favor of God and get it up the ass to see me reign inside
their head with me there in it too. Reject your God then. I see mine
come when called you'd beg me. X
Like You Had A Chance If And
You'd Take It 02/08/05 1915
As you know, I pride myself on knowing the least of it to say (no inner
conflicts hear - 'I'm important then' says this to me, only) and
so is my quote said of Michael Jackson by no friend I'd wish on a star
made-found litterboxes 'round it (Hotmail,
02/08/05) "I feel I won God's smile of approval,
because I'm doing something that brings joy and happiness to other
people." Oh, knowing levers down to the left (acknowledging only) as
leaving it thinking (wondering, as then leads you away), thinking
levers 'round further to the rear of to where a feeling (no thought of,
an 'out of' camp) rests somewhere behind you I await with news. God
over (the last of it made its with vapors spund) and I have been
fighting rawly over the past few days (a "markle" is shining you into
the dark, only - cannot produce anything for but having been led to it
see this case) but he agrees smiles while he wrestles with fates,
havings for the some few made friends bargaining with raw talents made
in New Jersey and only - again this once to personified by gubner
candidate Christine 'how'd you do that?' Whitman: "I could be who you
are if I only took the time to do it" never reward, a deadly fugue like
Madonna saying to me how she did it but reports to me then down a step
Liz Fraser reports to her then all to my 'son' Neilsy who traumas all
with my love for him. That's how the drugs flow, anyway. Michael
Jackson has known no real horrors here I get it some, but stave that I
wouldn't let him die or kill him yet all he killed he knew yours some.
We share our news with each other first no - and always the highest
price paid for nothing I'd want almost a murder. We wanted it, didn't
we? We did. What? Nothing I'd know stay off my side but also we see how
little people enrage others with their needs and how having fits inside
nicely when no one cares until you do (...or "like you do" says it to
the sex police I phone them on my wall's phone made of human skin asses
not you but a kiss to then - the three demons called in on a 'v' made
of digit types on it their faces and hats emerged there artfully as
beautiful my command shown). Not to start up Mr. Trubbles the hot
maker, but we have little to imagine but much for others to know if you
so seek why bother it look no more see change come to no value made a
pet then have some. That other guy blessed but to die ? for being with
a girl who died yet came and died and came but I don't get it a
misadventure says it so. You got knocked up on drugs your baby died
inside me for maybe only that night and I was supposed to stop being
yours and know? Tomorrow the refresher-newsbuilder never came - oh,
well I dined. You people assessing the crimes to me then are
ridiculous, but too not I do care. Freedom rings at the center of your
table in a crowded dining room of ringings (a restaurant here in LA -
called "Chit Chat" a repeat again, a real nightmare for me as made by
my guests and me once a way successful phone
user-coordinator-ringleader-jackie brown as blocked by 976 use too many
made little of I resist the urge and play downstairs at you selved
made), and you all wait to answer nervously denying each other the ring
yours but pick it up some we'll see. Pick it up the fucking phone -
it's for us, damn you. It's us being rung, not them - now pick it up.
P.S. "Don't put Madonna's name in there." - Neilsy; "Neilsy wishes to
decline your comment." - Me, Over It. I only know what's real the sky
we all see save yours there I have more so? We relate each other still.
The rest is your asking of it. Why note no fact but to you I cynder
(ask you 'to decline' her comment). All satisfactions to me then. Error
to yours. Remember, a mistake
is something no one wanted you to make. An error is going to be
corrected ever and over time's linens. No one accepts error. A mistake merely
tries you for it. I am entitled to no error I try. No, no. See nothing
made of it. Say less. We don't vindicate people. I said no, and not to you for
yours to knowte. You do that in me.
Expect Less To Be At That
02/08/05 1031
While I examine my own curse and its releases (never credit, never gain
to be same as sold off - only you and no new you to know, a poor
person's volume and their sex at God le must), I get Ondy's again Chris
now the something royale of Zaire ("ooo - you a high nigger" - "Coming
To America" or ?). A half-black so pretty to us then? You asked again
we have it why not all something of niggers? Sorry about that word I
reruse - I expect with such cheap virtues around that injuring
blacks in the afterlife (no trued yet - see me live it lessed - love a
little clue of them and leave alone while we of course settle for just
that cheap as we have and make room for it somehow the best of all
answers if not both worlds don't be dumb black is what you see living
at a snap and wanting less than white worlds collide of less to you
knows of it and must less - help less to have it your way too do as you
do not as you do it then). See Columbia House bark off! Bark! Bark! See
ya soon later off on you left too it seemed you left it off. I never
use the word nigger say it none less I hate the way it feels both posit
human and trying to be with no one has the right to make me feel bad
about myself (fat, dumb meet and greet with the best of them) then you
cry and all die but Chris will die in nineteen (19) days they say after
blacks get all they require and it wasn't anything that didn't happen
to you here and soonly it done. So soon. I don't have groups of color,
it is betrayal I seek less of each declining and refining to no one I
knew. Who are you I take what I can of what I want and it isn't talk
mind you they die soon too now I have bad breath and a mole on the back
of my neck I can't see in the mirror at Supercuts. I cut my own hair
now
sorry niggers everywhere no backward mirror says anything at all you'd
see it here first with already you've seen me with give me your best as
I take leave with good sense. No mole - back to yours, some yuck. Have
it. Meanwhile, trust leads to hot rocks in your ass burning out
god-knows-nothing-of-it I fucked one unknamed my otherlover before and
after and such our own betrayals no bothers no screams but sitz soothed
me who knew nothing? Not me a sex type ? not ever your ruse maybe you
lose. Never to me so such burned but other so so. A betrayal comes in
many forms and I do my best for me selfished no matter how it takes to
know how the story ended I tried in my court small and deathered it won
somehow how? The case is over it seemed you leave me to suffer my own
crowning no win they'd say no win for world pleasures all given in the
name of winning less eat the poor of sex. You sell your being in steps
to in and out they say. You came back to stay and left one day they'd
stay and stay and stay I'd leave. I'd leave once and nothing so say. No
less to you no gains either or. Here see some more then stay stay those
three (3) blacque ghosts can come back but I can't say I'll be as
beautiful and as naked again. Where's Chris if truth and beauty were to
remain as first said and then as simply done? Simply done a beauty ever
to walks out and you leave too. Gonna kill me? Nigger, please. I'd pay
for this still in a day (you a treasure of having all and not having at
all - nothing that good, really who me and you some it is) but pay how
I'd play. Play! Let women use niggers to pay their way all such living
in dumps I'd say but then again who? All prize given let to be seen I'd
bless somehow you'd leave me down in it dressed to be less. I was naked
and great if he'd play (you'd somehow find before me as I'd hate
it.....so say you had it just before then so I'd still have mine to
say). Just ask me again - and then again, no. No? No. Motorcycles? Yuck
- a fantasy unshared a jackass. No - live here on minibike or die that
with one woman at an open car door a bike made me know it with Joel
Wilson at the wheel or refreshment stand. Hi Joel - see me rise never
to share Chris H. do better or must die you back. Bitch in it, please
we loved you. Otherwise, heroin's markle dandruff in flaxen sheens
please see me after this lunch not you not yet don't you recognize my
greatness or don't you? Keyness to our lessons: The Conga white
gorillas (actually doves that breed into them - a fierce magnet of
poles for governing bodies - one touch leads you home to me) and all
rest here - see the
movie but misnamed once God's realm only; no fags - only dictates
and yours done to. A Hell, only, as from goldmines exploding in him.
These people have nothing to live for - why ask twice? They power in me
a you to be seen. France's derigebles (sic, floating devices without
touch - electronics) go there and explode out the face of it. No god
does that - you do with harms to me.
Vision seen yesterday, in my
cloth: Some blond guy tied naked to
something on the left of my view. Opens a double garage door then enter
as two (2) couples male-female older after drinks dinner going to.
Snotty remarks made from the kid 'do what you have to' stance get
someone's head a woman left on or at his chest then more brigodee
saying him 'sorry to Mom' like everyone had it to give. That drew in
someone to massage the cheeks at tissue thus revealing a razored
removal of some sort part or cheek that left me wondering what left him
with when the kid didn't really flich but expected to die off with
current news coming. An elegance only, then as off barely. Who? Why
wonder it to be? The cheeks were sliced off (yes, much at skin and
removals but hard as talk), I believe, but not as high or stated
cleanly as. See. Far see it coming and as you breathe in me.
Robin Guthrie's Cornabourd
Eats At Lefterly Socks 02/07/05 1058
No lightbulb gathers rayons in electricity not required poles only if
when using and at shocks to do with no bother clearing no resonance
imaging or horming of heat now see humming a heat of rice shades only
use nothing new it works you out of house and home raising stews inside
that cannot be bothered much so say and leave you now this nothing
you'd want or say wanted or leaded glass its only use once twice three
times longer no shield no bother it's glue shielded already bother it
off your globe again once ingored and at if:
Asked, off.
1) "Robin Guthrie?"
2) "Who are you and why?"
3) "Why ask?"
You get one chance to establish truth many times that to establish at
that as truth. You made stuff I like including you. I keep it all then
add some while thought. You are seeking no truth, I'd share it ask
some. Real: No more questions I'd ask or beg someone to so lose. If
these valentines were for me, I'd gather it once and so as asked to
once dead. I believe and so lived.
Why A Pool Light That Shocks
You 02/05/05 1102
The light outside as taken from the sun - a loose energy harnassed - is
conveyed through the water by the hygrogen action in chlorine gas just
above the water. It presses and seals down with no change on top. The
light thus stored is then sent rambling back with your in-pool light or
offered light outside and it charges forth rambling again. Light is
energy waving and it hits you hard inside the water only where it waves
at you constantly but does not rupture or seal then (a turn down,
actually, by any measure). Vinegar cools the gas on the water's surface
down and makes it no known threat on the water (heat held cannot vent
or such then add).
Something About Women's
Magazines Having To Be Burned 02/05/05 1038
That's what the album title is about? About junk. There is supposedly a
woman's head and hand as sent from c/o China on the album cover too -
some woman who went there and got shot while being examined under oath
and seen using their words harshly. They shot her for saying something
smart-dumb in prose shown and then so sent the film over first - "want
some?" a cake made of her head (a "grape head" is called such for being
severed and has grapes placed in the mouth...so see no lyric saned ever
to you, they spoke with wine or fest in such made my death) removed
just short of it later the hand left in the mouth shopil! China
likes blueberry icing, she adores it if they'd say. Back to slo Mo,
that woman also did the orientation class for my supermarket job
(stuffing bags, etc.) as this Spanish woman - see I know too. We got
along okay, but she as carefully disguised gave a five-hour class in a
fake voice she affects what I call "Little Me" (um, Oveula[d] - of
Portugal, actually) - a Latin freak making little tiny points with her
fingers closed. An "owner" as said I thought it was an "angel" before
this my stuff always made by someone special usually an angel sure. You
have been commanded to me in short but soon so don't late up. We need
to meet discuss or to you then meet the clock. Just do it wear clothes
your friends are some quite liars. "Commanded, sure - eat my shorts."
She was actually breeding as a ghost in my bedroom nights ago just
partly formed and I'm all "get out!"
More stuff no one need learn but why you said it thus learn (02/07/05):
Just after I wrote that and had another bump up the tumor, I pulled in
Madonna's fact-fameur for a brief talking session (always like nothing
ever happened it didn't too - a friend forever but then and we
began talking took her right here like she was on the toilet scrubbing
off appliques from her Lil' Kim re-reveal lanched console (quickly you
add - Lil' Kim allegedly comes on stage in San Francisco with her pussy
bared legless only to reveal the truth as tamed by no less but just
underneath a wall of babyfat - she says "you knew it" anyway - please,
a fake pussy on straps removed to reveal the real one also just real -
get it? too soon to fax). I, ever present to my own enthusiasms of
self, showed her more magical stuff and vapors wailing making her
videos stuff not seen but to her appear in the air and on walls so we
could all see (a small group grows with this - note: a favorite
amusement ride of ours-mine noted as "not quite good yet" - it never
is, but truth tamed this one back small lit) boy I showed her a noted
drag with others talking but not with me offending you better snip the
shit, Bitch or this will snip snip everything I lip. That led to my
compliment (a disease ever with those who committed suicide in my
basement washer-toilet selling stuff people hate for not having done
theirselves and just as well they died or something lived here and
with) but we get to me being hurt by Neil her famed protector (no one
cares why how no one still asked) one of the group and her brought down
my house to this shit one more how many times can a head bleed out
radially forever to make the different I sought known to me not? Never
one to me never. She wasn't there it showed someone else not me. One
more time like this and I'm gonna make you eat cunt by choice you
are commanded here still. Oh, I walked down a street yesterday the day
before you came even earlier than that on break looking for new food
nothing where I was told to venture turn a corner or two and then black
limousines with remington blacks (see that, nigger? if used, new)
inside parked at once someone dumb said "Madonna's funeral" in wide
scopes of bantertalk skids this at fur and I'm all "how many times does
that dumb bitch have to be mourned?" my tear finally a parting. "They
do it every time [whether you jerk-off to her or not, thus while you
wait]" something smacked of show business as demon egglayers can afford
so too shits. Pray outward. Back to, I think I cut few too many comic
throats not to throw that bitch back on her patio again and who cares
it still smells bad try and try and again try I'd buy a loft of
cardboard can-if-cancels first. Get back to work making mine not yours
another vow censured someday we'll meet me as you make it but not as
mine as if you make me. Met this now, stronger. Empty the words I want
a good showbox to letter not labels on what I left behind. You mind
some, I'll hand it right off.
A celebrity has to learn and I've seen it all as clouds you so diapered
mast shitass I'll fucking kill you no matter how good it felt for a
girl it feels-like the trash made you think to look inside I toss it
firmly down a dumpster of stairs its hat rolled in dice and tit
punishers it sped into ask indome if so soon should ever to wed. Round
5 at only 5, a fluourine will so eat at a piss. To banchlers everywhere
never for this live: Bits of crimony shit in your hair all wanding a
stink once then leaving so does each if at once leave. Barely it wisps
of a hog's shit, I'd have to and so say it will but ask if it did. It
did and I did. You live for this did. "Never do this shit
online...think if at first" part thinkly, I did. I think best of myself
and hate your concern for it held is it reading if ever who saw this if
never whom did? Stink off your fumes bought and both sprayed for what
hung up? who spared me? both barely! but hang you I did.
Something About You In A Rut,
A Rude Place 02/03/05 1158
I don't have too much time to play with you right now. Thoughts to you,
another mental note: Porno
For Pyros "Cursed Female" MP3 (3.1 Megs) from the self-titled debut
? "Cursed To Be Born (Beautiful, Poor And Female, There's None That
Suffer More)" - another medley of sorts you'd may. Some of it later
a lackluster averted: This record still amuses me with great art, that
Fraserian song "Pets"
MP3 (3.2 Megs) no one needs the words to (sam: "we'll make
great pets | we'll make great pets" - see lynx above at note for real
mink), and the ridiculous
voice singing it a dream to me as your God never a better with added
truth. Some kid - a bit lascivious, perfect really a dream for me as
after-the-fact Neil again and that personage I'd pay to be or use at
you. Not truth - that kid's voice so knowing and strange. They never
really cut it with me as Janes then this clever lie and brilliance says
to e-cranch she continues "this is the first and finest drug song ever
I went to Heaven in 1993 with this, I shaved my chest and smoked
cigarettes nervously as if you'd know everything about me [a blanded
repeat - interested? to read more about you....another ten-cent
deposit....you require of me then listen again then hear you never at
me]." You didn't pay or hear? That's too bad some of less than a major
market spared no doubt, but "I loved going to these parties in Beverly
Hills a street over from Ralph Lauren I could see how it all worked
from the alleyway behind the conselage (hating force) patio I needing
you just moments from leaving unattended and without fest" + "really?
that's who I am too don't feel bad - look at that....please fuck her
already so she'll stop reverse engaging us with her lightness as being"
+ "why would anyone live there? what? like a black Beverly Hills for
Mexicans? oh, your parents - they bought it for you?" sample this down
once. Revert. Back to the song, great art only a truth but I sing this
to non-dairy powder bitches barking at me in my head like I did it
myself never have I done this but I sing it like I know ("the song is
about nothing we curse your being - we are fags" a quote with mending
about Keynes and her hate of men "[we are as] fresh as strawberries
[and as keen as wit]" junk but prosaic (taking you down the path - pay
her richly to your fool posed by me a lover of hovered cultures sinning
all the while questions to me none known) now turned on you with
healings for your vaginal odorform - the whole offset culture an
assembling of rich tapestries against hate in having all said to it
made and mute and those who take liberally if then questioning the
merit of your entry as divined by them in a mere servitude made
meddlesome never to mend a 'vagina' that word criminal). Never would I
suggest disciplining of mine or self either - no matter what, you. In
taking, know this means nothing I play you as me the stage renders my
performances to backwards (also the queerings of "Lords Of Acid" and
their myst "I Sit On Acid" - I do these as prayer almost to daily "sit
on my face" + "oh, oh - yeah" a voulx religion of the female orgasm as
I sit twisted, staring at the very first porno featuring that very
melmer in a pleasing homo-friendly environment there are men once if
loved the tape labled "straight" by the dullard I would rather die as
than wake up with for me halved in bits of chard murring one change of
blank tape for its noisery starts it cooing wimpering calling under a
massive cold front in stocks, barrels a sending from yours at once to
be rejected like the destruct of any marriage, like the heroin you
slipped to me as precis pray-see precious little, as [the life of the]
tetse teat-see odd ephemeral if for but the moment - rejected ever off
I know who I am not once wrong ever righted bly the word off - but I
indulge you I am that only you mimic to me but I'm concerned you fail
as me only adds now with them even a kiss distorts your placing of it I
fear - not here yet not once a drug talk - thanks we're here, very
nicely done - drug talk). Run through the village! As naked within it
the founding of forests! Run for it once! Will run! Run! Run! Temping,
I don't ever get so arrogant to seem people are wrong about ingest
levels of body fluids just unfortunate things not having enough of the
corpse to fly home. "I was never wrong - you thought I might be right
for it in passed. I ever sensing higher placement for me suggested
three (3) new lyming tokens of adjustment like I knew more of it (us,
then you and us too, if only us, then also and you) and then advance
into the palp of unbeing (neither home nor heard of). You gave
everything away rationalizing with your famed foibles into an outer
round of morge hole." No, this song means nothing, but I love it and
seek it in return for my own good." Truth we all see (like "blue" -
yup, that's blue xy2z, here, then there, a yet marriage made in perfect
of matches made if and in-fact it does and matches). Whatever that is,
you seem to like it as I said and briefly. I wouldn't be so quick to
the getting parts. Every time I needed to know what about me you'd buy,
the bank calls me and asks who I'm with. "No one - but that's okay. I'm
still enjoying the most made of myself and I mean it. Ask as if I were
you again and then we'll see what's what." P.S. Thanks again - all
creeps. Typical Madonna. "What's with her and gorging fags - I mean,
what do you get out of all of made like and in this [as having
dropped-wormed doughnuts into a hole of sharks sneezing at bloubers]?"
that will never sense in you a fool as never truth-in-loaning for
advances in formed-wage feeding we all may see but stave you that
at-onced truth an unwhole to me vending if to you yet. Mother Theresa
is the same way never a rescue just one day you wither and dry right up
of helping others to understand creme vented but as me cursed with
giving in to the onced gift of self if at once it's to be made your gift seems like something I
have. Merely, now know me. When I come down, it's a harsh
boot-landing among simple at-hand truths offendings in my sense. I
can't afford to staff my latest bondage in fulmer plagues just yet or
kid you while exists in one. The press is forming flowers just this yet
(better to symbol asks a flag than flown around to see for yours once
it's selved with you - no woman needs to fold she flies at home if
raise the gay rainbow flag one remembered in code) and I need to stuff
a few more oily rags into the porpils of the mitted upholstery to keep
my swanines from simmering below the belt fastened up by tight thighs
and the hounding by holes near its groundings if by bay. I style
endlessly one a single of hair lax, then straight. Nothing coded was
worth it when knowing you'd code. If you'd must, I'd pay. Tip of:
"People need to feel good about who they are when they are with you." A
winner of sorts for those who think nothing of blank checks to be drawn
on someone else's account ("what? you have me free and clear no not
this to me but again"). Mine are never accepted, however, I pay my
balances right off for fear of me owning you more. Nothing here says I
could do more with my money ask an ass if wouldn't want more from might
wonder. "How rounded can I be?" Platter: "Pu-pu" is will "put push"
whatever it is lies dead there but in you rotting as hand helping to
it. Say it with me and note nothing to pay the highest price for
nothing I'd want priced just this for this nibbled thanks. One more
made mine of two (2) issued: Porno For Pyros
"Thick Of It All" MP3 (5.4 Megs) from the "Good God's Urge" LP
sounds like Led Zeppelin's "In Through The Out Door" LP.
A 'Guilty Pleasure' Takes No
Time To Note, A 'Trifle' Is What You Paid In Fear And Loathing To See
Without Yourself 02/02/05 0112
Soon - something smallened about you maybe. A 'trifle'....you know,
that sounds like something about you. I had this dream the other night
- a dark storm on the horizon the ground shaking badly like I was gonna
kill us all. Kinda junky - thought I'd mention it. I can't make more
hair, but I can control your entire world system with my mind. Been
thinking about more hair.....how I look.
Goddamn it! From one to another so sue eats it up the butt. Chase zen
my ordt - veldt narv. One link suggest to made me laugh - "State Of
Fear" Michael Crichton and all (hone right in on that one, pennies to
cents - to hone is to approach center by whittle or seek yourself saned
- not like 'homing' pigeons never that 'hone' or sharpen). I said to
mind over "what's that about?" and it said directly back "it's about
the fate of reason...preserving the mind[s wastes in forward acts] -
like you could help it out." That's truly me in having me back - just a
sweet bit of irony with my humor, always a cruel knit.
See all of Doug Moon's iTunes rejects by
banner and code - pay me to see!
Rather others I'd use (experimenting with codes still - buy nothing to
me unless you use it then):
So see Tina Turner with "Open Arms" we like it
press here
Meet the neighbors at the "47th Annual Grammy Awards" last year - press
here to summon Stevie Wonder and guests "Across The Universe"
But back to, see all of Curve shine with one click forward to advance
me instead I had to name one song
then Cocteau Twins have one too
Remember, iTunes quality is better no matter what and you paid for it
I'll allow that once to twice.
It's A World Of Trouble,
So To Repeat The Life-Lesson Of January 2005 What Satisfies The Self So
To Most
No, napkis. A fraud doesn't live
up to my expectations, if I
don't hear from you I assume I'm doing fine. Expect it to be said less.