'two things' (i don't like
you, i don't want to like you - that's one)...'not
again' (said to the self but audibly as a feeling exploited: 'outrage',
'hearsay')...'shit bag' (if you insist on being with, will dine so too
privately)...'we'll know' (together we'll see to and be, if) 'great beauty' (no love
talk...you are very pleasing to the naked eye and we were meant to have
it reason me)...'be
asked' (deliver to you post-not) ...'no you' (tell as if speaking to me
on a note of senseful interest)...'note choice' (is seldom to be yours,
caveat pre-emptor)...'crime wave' (will see many more
like this but too late) 'to
tang' (even better than the real thing)...'cap that' (a genie wishes
for itself and so balks at the bottle)...'barrow back'
(return all off'd capes to sender, unless unknown)...'despite all'
(you're still doing
that) one or more?
fish' (not so good, not so given)...'full utility' (leaves nothing to
know, you see it ends)...'all days' (a life lessoned as once offered to
be)...'feed you' (i order for me, you
eat off my plate passed to the trash) ...'burst wet' (win for no
'art attic' (versions of self outdated ever to untrue), 'think tank'
(top heavy with doings-havings is not then pretty on the inside or),
'third person' (cries when others speak of them as hurt-alone with you
re-cunting it all), 'beat that' (disinterest taking the mike from
already been shamed), 'two guys' (what it takes to discern you as are
'random note' (love, me from you but without any love to be sought and
as just between us but before), 'skinso stroft' (vow treasury of hidden
secrets that no one will know even when told by you once more and vend
again), 'biggest boned' (business upgrade from 'big boned'), 'ever
yours' (no competition, nor are these quits), 'fork
spoon' (just how bad you are to just as bad then no complaint but seem
mill), 'tits divinyl' (your heaven, as never truly real like ours sends
you to be just this and without us), 'ass wipe' (no thinkings required,
it is hardly thought of but some still say), 'enters since' (what
changes just bits too late to be changed with just bits off), 'savage
loss' (what's noted immediately as missing, still, others yet will miss
the point and be samed as altogether saned and thought to be noting
this the loss),
'crying shames' (a couple being re-introduced to their forbears in
action - no one advises anyone new or nearly known as to be untrue...to
sell is to lose another great buy among things no one wants listed
until asked for specifically by no name don't mention it again or i'll
die in my peace hacked-owned)...and finally 'mother dung' (the
unhappiest things made by 'to: good, and to be true'...for every
mother, one, and then none, or noneother)...'cue bald' (still waiting
to be called first, all remake to one-half meaning and relay by foods
grouped and at once hath or to be once then cubed)...'pubic loch' (an
unintentional spitcurl of the lower buttock that suggests a better to
blame if you and rather or cart snaps off to the storehouse for
pinching down salts and the hardly scant omniberries of sea poems and
the lore keepsakes forming in most of our horrigible fance
neuro-loudons)...'hate smith' 'euro logical' 'spina bifida'
'anu-cheung' 'carpal tandal' 'thankly touch' 'shrin scampi'
new yet! actor-ventruss sheryl crow says she 'never eats pussy' - not
without our chipperel barrel sauce and a couple tight fins 'round the
becks (upper arms, rear). 'i hate being left alone for that.' you're
never truly alone
snapping at that like a bag of seedless grapes at a challenge match -
no one sent them, they just pulled at one and all came right in
just after that.
ERIN GO BRACH! THE ANNUAL 'DANSE
NAKED FOR FOOD' SCROTUM HAS BEEN ITCHED-SCRATCHED ' fast actin'
tinaction ' rotten cabbage spray...ssst....'fds' for dat smell!
finally, do something! find da source! and i get to the teeth...old
money...back to tori and newcomer angelina jolie who also makes a
beautiful man - is that real?...needs a new trumpet...whatever...humour
is not intended...'i've been arrested by you | take me in | i've been
captured by you | doug moon'...geodesic is a dome...the couple make me
feel like i don't have a place in the world...'italian not jewish'...as
long as it hits something you can't get under for a lift
out...thaddeus...lucifer...from the above only you have no class as
seen maybe I do some.
New page soon "March 2008",
sure...the women-pigs who talk to me all night long are still, how
shall we say? Not the talent half of the car's horn. And still, you
fear having them with you that's natural I'll talk the shit out of them
first each so abrasively stupid. Thinking together stinks...pu !
dinner's ready...p.s. blacks - don't get scared, don't get mad - or
else be that. And to thank you, Nigger. I protect your records and
social standing at the dumper and on the street at night. No
matter how tightly pressed, they don't die in there - too many cans and
cracks in the smell-for drains.
Erykah "[Marquis d']Sade" Badu with her new haveabout "Honey" (visit
our video seption below) from the "New Amerykah Pt. 1 (4th World War)" LP (2008). You so sweet.
Our very firsteen of 'culinary' or half-given (not to be taken too
seriously...) podcast? Cocteau Twins live plus-b-plus a rummaging and plus
suggests new alto and bass (singer to be samed and as a reguitar of -
noise no noise). Very cumenth, lost of stuff murde....evant suchling
the mender. All free caps you'll hear why snound + viscount. Band
members be odd: "Don't put
this up - we value payment right now." We value low low prices such to
be as unpaid if as unpaid or not even accrued to earnings as such and
such said nor for or from our interior. May to enjoy these lesser
values agin. Slave a dollar behome.
Try this one first: "Ella Megalast
Burls Forever (Live - 1996)" 3:44
mmmender 5/3/07 [ADDED: May 03/07]
Recorded during a live performance in Milan, Italy at The Rolling Stone
venue. This is a very rare live performance which is not often
circulated. Liz sounds fantastic singing this particular
track. Look forward to future tracks from Free
Omigod...Tori-Candy Spelling was
also ol' one-eyed Candy Weiss get that up more later "People"...while I
house-date the likes of Lew Wasserman made young again (this, Tony
Blair, late of Universal...a real treat). Others of great beauty may
permit no one is here really (so say you). But now, what they really
did with Oscar by my choice simply thank "People" again:
Tatum O'Neal "I don't do anything with it. It still reminds me I'm
Jane Fonda "I don't do anything with my Oscars (there are two). These I
keep them on a shelf to remind me you like me alot. It matters."
Anthony Hopkins "I don't put them in my ass, but others do. Try it - it
Orson Welles "My mother made me burn it one day for being false. I did
not, she did. So there - 1932."
Jessica Lange "My mother works twice a day making hair patterns for
people. 'So what?' she says - I say nothing more."
Robert DeNiro "I don't make movies - they do. I throw mine around, but
I like having it alot. I deserved it - a real beauty to me. P.S. Die."
Ingrid Bergman "I hate Oscar for being cheap - it cheated me out of
clothes. I can't wear anything there for being cheap to me. Die all."
Jack Nicholson "I hate that motherfucker for being in my range one
night. I died for you - thanks again."
Vanessa Redgrave "For the birds - they make it out of cheap metal I
learned by myself, and it sucks anyway - all fame, no fortune."
Woody Allen "I made Oscar make me a day with it by false - no writing
here. Woody Allen is great and you see me too. Be there for it."
John Gielgud "One made me gasp by moving around one day as famous and
sighted. Thank Lee."
Jodie Foster "One day they make 'em black like I like them. Black is
famous for having me there."
What should Oscar be one day?
Harsh light, with colder Everest-brand fusion perhaps a hasking burn to
mit at but beflask...rig up a mild shock the ol' office pen recording
homer sex at the holy grave. Everything old and cherish sucks as poor
times (no one cares because they cannot keep anything and do not have
anything, really - they suck cocks like a motherfucker, though -
cherish those memories and on average how you feel at a glance up it to
and all is so wistful...) ringing in the new 'techincally false'
be-year. I destroy artifact in favor of none or none seen at all -
photos only and maths one knowing to reproduce finely and to again hear
at bitter and unapproving lengths, lengths left just off. People should
stop celebrating crap (like crabs on leister - you hop off). That means
you choose to loose (a Burger King loses McDonald's eating 'The Whaler'
make me care). Oscar? Whatever when people don't win over others great
too. Fuck them all...a witch run-off into the woods like Oscar will
make you choose among favorites again one day...all shouldn't suck down
Famous people are cocksuckers to the stars. Be that out front for
me...nothing takes that much of it made. Be truth to me...so ugly.
Grace be, you fuckin' fool...like I tell blacks with dimples "I ain't a
producer with Delta Dental - I got cleaned out-front for a hundred
bucks ten years ago. Thank your cock in me." - Sidney Sheldon in honor
of mean-ass Jews everywhere...I'll kick your ass for this, you humble
to me beggars
Mayo clinic called today along with the usual dying off of credit
beggars at the throne of God...wants to know about Terry's god-given
childhood cancers...someone probably another 'concerned black' pays him
to check his ass regularly and I so eat my own shit with the
proceeds...take it back to that I'll get you alone one fine day and all
on you be egg.
Just found three (3) humbling pictures of my mother when she was young
- colorized - while looking for a boy I had at a party once (Mike
Jensen - damned ugly photo, but him...I nearly cry at the placements of
her during breaks I'll just die to live every-any bitch like living it
off matters legs so hairy and nice the founder of Papi underwear is he.
These all tie horribly to Minnesota funks and their hate of me
Pillsbury clowns and them Grands bisquits so good to me remember when
you were just niggers like me and no one would eat your shit ever but
the U.S. Army representing smelly blacks with sweat and smelly blacks?
What is more important than me? Not you beyet...I fucked your wife
firstly, and then enc-tombed her to you all sets off said yet you. Said
Reese Witherspoon says "No one
does this shit well -- he does apparently and says my movie sucks. A
quote please." Forgive Disney for their "Legally Blonde" entertainments
I say - like stuff about starting new jobs and their 'change of venue'
(unfamiliar surroundings with new demands levied but at), going to law
school or college is expersis hairy to me. I don't need to live that in
what I call "real time" with some dumb-ish girl asking ersatz
professors for a break on tests and with same individual study at the
library. Nightmares stay awake here...show your wealth by having it an
editor, no "Prada". P.S. Mom's "Working Girl" is now dumb-ish
too...Tess is the boss' daughter. No fair! No fun.
Tatum O'Neal: "No one is that. We
know each other now and you are horrible, but good at spelling. What do
you see?" Clever use of interrogative - see Curve "Left Of Mother" or
just left behind. You are never around and have left such items such as
"Bad News Bears" one or two...what gave? Great sex? Celebrity
lifestyle...then revise "Paper Moon" to Albert Finney "Shoot The Moon" and see that die with propers but
said. Tatum, now Denyse Shmidt in Knoxville, Tennessee, says she gave
her Oscar (and "Grammy" she says) away at a sale of their house and
possessions in Rattsport, England, circa 1986...but years later. "Still
seems we hurt" she says. Ask people for your money back - ten million,
abouts. Your mother Denise Ford cash vows you to us. Pay later as if
Marlee Matlin doing her hair, almost like as if in flames says "I can
see." Just kidding. Nothing to say - died 1912 or so. Backdated for no
certain of strengths a real flapper to that one small epoch in a
frenchfinger bubblejet (won't write unless written to properly...can be
considered as 'doing well' unless someone says this personally or to
you both or as this too).
Emma Thompson (thank GOD for smallish of sums in wics 'Wary Potter'):
"No one does this well, but he does - I guess. Take it home to New
Jersey every now and again - they miss you too so small in charge as
they seem to be these days. We were hit hard by you. Eat my shit too."
Not having as being good enough for the rancho-sexmart puerto ricans
who floor me with hair on their legs, I learned never to eat poop but
the one I wanted never mine flushes both (and no one ever and possibly
fed me shit I didn't then want of or then again). As new barely a
beggar to California and nearly crying by month 1.5 plus somb, I don't
want to be known as the reason California is not the richest state
until I have their money in-hand and under each tapeworm by its very
topic. You are liars and thieves, but I would never work at the three
(3) McDonald's I once threatened either of you be at or go home. Like I
say privately, I can have anything I want until it comes time to bring
someone back to the grave for me. Die as we but planned so no sooner we
have to as only see. Only harlots use me to cite any displaced
aggression by cops.
Whoopi Goldberg no friend but seen to be as just well: "None take that
cat seriously because he is dumb with the use of 'nigger' as a word.
Take that home to New Jersey, you old fucking fool." You are that very
nigger you black bitch, but only when in costume and not just as
playing (never punch a Beverly Hills mother "Fatal Beauty" - we had
propriety and it sucks...you can't be black and play with turd sausages
on the floor in the kitchen as you follow us home too much and I
wouldn't even be here with any other black Jesus suited). Otherwise, I
see just you a black scab of germanic descent and their tears sheeting
oft (never say, never show it to one either as I lecture Whitney
Houston about how to keep from blazing any hardly whites out of their
basin duvale hotel rooms before coitus international eversus and
esteem). In New Jersey they mean it though (as said to esteem), and I'm
made of better stuff a racial patsy received for my perceived of any
hates though I sucked one black dick only OJ's son who sucked on Neil
when he died and killed around the social villa too after dying on the
road of cocaine and having someone's ass over for the flight inward. We
both died at once with you looking on but never ask anyone about
anything it was all fine they'd say if so could you also be. Keep tuned
no hole so purple inside and out about this no peri-anal. Blacks as
scourge number bosis are never around when you heed to them ("we say
when" as "I reject the likes of me through you as same but just
similarly saying" but I don't see the need too often a big ol' black
dick? For the young ones and oh! your pretty things. Thanks it to die
plus one more name typed in diet pills any Rogaine shour women poured
out down the very same official and should now also just drain.
erykah badu and her the new video 'honey'...be you so sweet 'you don't sell me - i don't pay you'...either one of us you are still doing that and trying to you so sweet
Playing rich and not meeting her obligations again...fucking bitches.
"You are a pompous ass - don't call here again until you clean that shit up you old bitch. Fucking crazy - take another three years bitch. We'll see it come true.
---------------------------------------- > From: firstname.lastname@example.org > To: email@example.com > Subject: Re: Happy Belated Birthday > Date: Thu, 28 Feb 2008 10:31:11 -0500 > > Your website posts about killing me have disturbed me and the family. > ----- Original Message ----- > From: "Doug Moon" <firstname.lastname@example.org> > To: "Geri Moon" <email@example.com> > Sent: Wednesday, February 27, 2008 7:22 PM > Subject: Happy Belated Birthday > > > > I remembered it was your birthday two days late - hope you enjoyed yourself. > The plane ticket we canceled is not refundable, but leaves me a $269 credit > through the year it was $369 or so. > Doug"
Two cardboard cut-outs - lifesize - that scared me recently in Aah's
card stores like they were real kinda (note: consciousness is
to all of them): Hillary Clinton, and then Zach Efron in that order.
One, nearly the president now and the other doing well with us at
Disney shops (looks like the president's wife some - very winsome,
pixie-like in the eyes). P.S. You are beautiful Eminem thanks to "8
Mile" and your showing on VH-1. So
free now thank Neil. Your mother is
Kim Basinger (is that the Georgia town she bought? Detroit?) and you
live (love) like that...we see you now. You may see less of this later.
The B-52's new single (and as including our own Cindy Wilson as now
seen on "Reba" or then "Roberta", I guess) "Funplex" from the
upcoming album of the same good a vicious vinegan harmonizing and
Man-Woman telestar label.
<--------to put your penis between us------clitoris
fear matacong ! m. pee'shallahayan's 'givhra ebshroud of tourpnin' i got the idea for this present 'swallow back capistrano' and i
just couldn't top it...my
dick as margaret chon!
she has my art with this new tour (actually on film) so i thought i'd
just butt right in...'that ol' snappy pussy' (her dates here March 21,
22...a film only, she's in jail still)
i like to think better thoughts for us both, but my hate symphony rages
on like an old wig cholped in a frozen grave
that should do it...for other guys everywhere who share all with
me...ain't it purty? (it's not for you, you hateful tit-licking pantie
it looks like a disease? it took forever to get that much with noise
bags in my head hating me
no bother yet...that curled lip is mad mad mad like a woman...be gentle
with god's unholy dick
people say you should never see...'you' shouldn't just you...send
nothing to me or see me expose to you more
p.s. kids - never let people have anything like this...they worship all
dicks but it's hardly a living
i get by...'hey! that ain't margaret cho...' it's little debbie and her
snack cakes baked with real eggland's best ub-kayce sperm (sweitz
clavrojainus, sond-melphids, adurolbs-in-nance)
dusty springfield 'arrested by you'
like a 'traveler in a spa' there's something 'heavy in my heart'
thank you doug moon
below, terry is also 'the' christian dior
lovely, whomever she is...someone behind us wasn't so lucky sitting all
alone...cigarettes make you look busy as self-conscious...looks just
like ol' marge schott 'niggers ain't all bad - though some of them are'
+ 'eat burp'
these pictures at the standard blue-light veocholovaches earlier in the
month across from the 'no hustlers' sign at saddlebag ranch...enter
room through cafeteria as but nestled inside
who do you arrest? anything pointe gross + lawmakers eccoute (you, he
and she) + we are the party for money as your win...whatever you want
we got it...including federal-level operatives that keep supreme our
no one wants your kids ('you never put your cock in that' i tell 'em
who they are) - remember that and we'll patrol with the dead who still
dream of starring in a hollywood production how dumb! you go to jail
almost too good to be used? doug, me, waiting for my chicken fried rice
at chin-chin with a marlboro light...and my vangogh 'irises' umbrella -
then that's terry with earmuffs on from rear...do i look like eminem? i
the person inside said 'not so proud after all...look at these [two
outside not good]' yeah but we do lots of recreational drugs* and eat
everything we want no one here fucks much anyway...we could be you,
better than eating your farts and hearing your hopes-dreams 'we are bad
people' but i hate being ugly to you...money changes everything you
can't get rid of just yet, and it makes you hop just like any poor
'your mother never had anything 'til she ate an old white woman's
pussy' + 'i had to come' + 'your men can't wait to fem for some white
man [like me...coming anytime soon?] + 'just do it, or i'll do it to
you and then eat her'
*all weird and stink is drugs - know thy name...so crazy but you weigh
it all out careful-like and see nothing yet friends of friends no you,
no you again, no you ever me...nothing from you...or heroin, all day
all night u die
she didn't die here - she died at home all balled up in the
dresser...is that your shit? just one bad lay...and you're married to
it 4-ever like fiber-tipped herpes burning tight around your
asshole...use a cigar this time
i just got these new panties instead of kyle underwear (all the fun you
can have with you and yours here with but absent) - $30 so nice from
the "B" boutique here in west hollywood
i need to diet or something i guess - nude stuff is gross looking
because someone fucks them up (am i that? seriously? is it really me?
really? are you sure?)
to me, the dots may suggest sperm...and you? 'because i hate
women' + 'because i love guys...i love them' nothing here
is for my family unless they like it and shut up...shut that up
being attractive to others - without luring in all the nuts i don't
want ever - is everything to me...know that at price...no one came over
our house, ever - they ran right out...know just why
better than fuckin' weirdos calling up 'hey, what's new? i'm at the
mall...' still sucking dicks in public places...probably been locked up
too...not for that, of course why bring it up? you do that - i
won't...trust to that
what? bitch i spy on you only - women have hot scenes, you are not that
good at making me stuff...you don't pick my men, girlene, plus i seen
what you do behind and with closed circuit cameras that lens burn right
the 'real' crystal cathedral at the northwest corner of santa
monica and fairfax...
our hand-sewn christmas wreath from this christmas past...
for the women (in your makeshift or tribal unit)...these from american
apparel and they look alright usually...i support upstart anything
against secret place
just try and get something done...bitches everywhere...but easily duped
down...prayer, then fasting...see the junk added on my abdomen - why
can't i get good hurtful stuff?
because you really get mad...take it all (up the ass...like god made
himself over jews...sand, sunshine, and showbusiness) 'you are
gross'...a top percentile to me eating you, you'd spark and leap out to
be it flame
'love people' though i probably won't...loved you (dying right off, no
one unhappy bitch)...no one comes, but we talk about you alot...'be it
clue'...'how do you know you're not ugly?' you don't know how good you
i threw up over sharing a cheese sandwich and white milk
(kindergarten)...people are gross! don't mention me again...liz fraser
reveals that someone eating her pussy left huge white shards on her
coarsen beard - go to jail
fact: i never do anything for anyone - trust that...maybe you gag
looking at me i don't care about that...get your end right only, i have
it for weighed out just for you so heavy you die down of massive
it would nice if
someone called without lonely bored without mentioning me again to
New! "The Partridge Family" Season 1 - always a good look.
honor me figure eight with radio
the ol' abortion doctor meets daffy duck's beak out in back
What does African nation "Uganda" really stand for? It says "we'll take
you and use for all you have"...
A Short Ill-Placed Dream From Nights Ago Another To Be Morgue
Someone with their legs sawed off just below the buttocks was laying
face down as placed in someone's home in a room off to the side. No one
would pick up and the ensuing onward without me (shrink-grow, seems
alight, no notice to all days on end no heaven-hell then). I reason
some medical setting with extra-curricular studies going on (is
measuring liver stance on a live amputee having been just enough and
debrided again at the end of the legs keep dying off...asians and the
like study stuff like this), or someone leaving parts of their body
after having other parts provided taken and as returned by contract
date (most is left made of seeds or whatever as I agree to hard work
for it all the head not apparent to me in shadows). Mochee made this to
someone for safekeeping of hard-earned parts? Whatever. I take brief in
this dismal morgue shot to consider my own response - is an assorting
of stink in garbage meat from the supermarket but as now ruined and not
at all interesting but local fright. No one will come for these
greetings, but I wrap and tape that shit up in bands for the garbage or
dump nearby (adds again: one should always have a grave on-site I'd add
a hellhole with hidden ropes). Meanwhile, the thing that I hate
thinking is the reside in that shit and I kill for it and both you
together for fiending me with it. No one needs that crap around at best
a yellow undergrilled chicken part, but if I see you, but better have
comedy afoot. Both die bad of it no see. On the other hand taken but
off, 'the children' (child-like blacks and others stupid but agreeable
asking of me) play you out. Nothing is real (not ever this and that are
not usually too active...great to beauty in me unfolds ever with and
without me) these days...after a burned-up carmend death, you mop up
and put down some grass real fast without delays for obsessing to me or
vampires aburned godless this way. Clean that crap up, and throw the
rest in the garbage pending further need all press water and black
turds not presented for the parting of purposes (proof? choke a bone
off with string near a short delay starves the blood route inside and
it collapses nicely enough you I simply love garottes twisting force
that closes down string on a vicious stick you yourself turn
slowly...to and from China house). Is this not valuable at all. Is to
be like by you. Your man does this stuff, and you get relief from
spirit when no one is there bothering me with it. "There is no
comforting a [crying] corpse" with foodstars in their veins - ever try?
Answer: Mochee (now vascillating between young and older vet perhaps at
UCLA...is being remorsed in it by others a body has mind with it too
not transferred ever about 1/5 a graphic number...each of us has a
nigger too I hear for dark ways around town stealing your money back,
etc.) placed with for safekeeping, lets them study it inside before
taking it on for self with "clicks of the head." Delivered to Universal
today in a flower shop bag - Neil accepts it for him one day to another
a big scare. Is this "Elegius" or "as you leave us"? Whatever - steps
to enlightenment or "all that's possible versing with all that's known
to be". Your rising to be with me at needs accepted. You will hang
there in process for bothers to me...never to seem.
no time for me as still pursuing
their selfish hand-held dreams...to be mine and with me just found this picture of a newly
and nearly restored john ondy (left, the very voice of rock group
'yes') and my college roommate james 'jamie' tobin now on 'reba' both with neil productions (tobin
is with the culkin-martha stewart clan and dated while there young
cyndi lauper)...know who you cater to once in a day (more incredulous
at photo link under snap) thanks, john (my mother's father
john and lovely voice here to me others seriously immature uncaring or
then maybe loving if somehow...deceased as formally january 1974)
Humf photos soon a world site with everyone pincz-naked (volf!) but
pleasing to you somehow - my own the penis trick is maddening me.
Abort? Retry...the screams heard last time! Hate-hurt is success! 0-9
Int'l phone sys will be 'Granwich' (say "grannich") save that maybe
spell as other
'Sandwich'...'Tournajal-Aeg' (say "turn-aval alel") our own
hespirian...wip. "You are shit -
this is just a bit shitty." 'Castle Rock' is
junk...'Yongonam' (say "yong-gohn-am") ...'Amherst'. Along lines I used
to say "Even nature
had to hard wire itself." Sure - and then there's synching....women
know how you keep it all going without money, without me.
"We think you're boring." - guests, retarded...get yours over to the
right guy a ghost or voice I don't do this for you ever...and I
wouldn't bother you over that sex shit you talk about...one day a real
"Pray to the plan." - dM, who
merely assists women with their logic (what was and to be what? no) and
deportment (how carries oneself, why she seemingly knows nothing)
"Eat shit." - dM with another update
and still fuckin' freaks while I relax and enjoy you...trust me only
nothing is good enough yet...I'd snuff that but have my filters to be
sure of everything
Why mad? Every day this bitch my
grandmother or Elizabeth Fraser as voice cheap (women and their
faggots, God dying) bother me over her detainment (having failed
contingencies I'll probably fuck her again while I masturbate endlessly
to you against hecklers but see open window - to look at that and speak
of one near me). She talks at me endlessly and inserting when I talk
probably as some sort of devil or other cheap shit one million niggers
from Brazil to make her special is my foundation. I could ignore all
but hate women and their bullshit so shit-fits, knives, everything I
can think of to not kill but rid essence of no equal. This girl has
been killed many times (see you?) and I might kill her again while the
family urges compliance but lets me off to eat shit. Each one is their
own yet. So...know nothing, be nothing. I'll patch you in soon.
1) Leave people alone don't make any more junk with them;
2) Do not follow our home sound here - 'tis junk for idiots, plainly;
3) Good is not given here...I have mine only and seek some. Have yours
with me. Have theirs while we wait.
A fatal snakebite (titmax cancer of sole and in support) isn't the
nicest thing it takes time to earn I'd say. Still unknown to me...why
you? Fuck them? We are here hurting you. We are. WE FREE LIESL TODAY
Dusty Springfield "In Private" and "Reputation" from the Pet Shop
Boys-produced album of that very same name a recent reform, + reissue
Thanks again..."Nothing Has Been Proved" a must see-hear and adding
"Arrested By You". More: Daughter Lisa is now Lisa Germano or then Lisa
Gerrard of 4AD artist "Dead Can Dance".
A Flock Of Seagulls! "Man Made" my favorite song by them...and
finally...from 1982's self-titled debut LP. Loved it. Update wallisford
as groped number thee: 36,537.
man made machines make music for the man now machines make music while the man makes plans second generation a generation lost while the man prepares for the holocaust
man made machines to control the day now machines control while the man obeys second generation a generation lost while machines prepare for the holocaust
(about people having problems, cleaning them up, and forgetting what
they were by living and enjoying only - a warning to you by me
"Nothing to risk, nothing to
gain." - another cleaned up volume
Words you can't argue:
"preakness" - not be touched as someone who falls apart easily enough
no bargain - a fake-type person working too hard to be with you as
sent...alts to "preaked" - made angry because of too and touching sent;
"chauvolcode" (my and first attempt to spell: quavalcode) - counts
pennies as not their own, but to owning up some...is not attractive to
need or sighting need, a woman's way to be here;
"chalvoate" a recap - rides horses in to their death as acting too fast
and carrying too much - a rage to us.
You can also rent online at BitTorrent
(this "Leprechaun In The 'Hood")...$2.99 and "Narrow Margin"
(Carolco...not just a name, 'carols' for us as seen) as below. "No, you
don't hafta do anything but make sense for yourself and what's sent
(better environments perhaps academics and their reasonings thrill you
like they thrill me you can know things together and add some with, a
la Siskel & Ebert...you have to see these first though, somehow new
different less me)." I oppose what's new daily (inviolating me...seen
here by participating only, and without) in favor of what's not yet
seen (to leave it and that added and verily subtracted sum but out) so
work yourself out of that leather bag. You fully considered shot your
face load, empty that out backwards. You have no story to tell me as
paying for, but please do when the forms arrive to history yourselves
backwards as seen to be present. The rest of us left us to be stare.
Fuck them - I get mocked by a motherfucking retard (turns inward
by choice somehow everytime they hear what they don't like hearing: a
fucking fool - that is mail returned one day as unstamped - living
unrestrained by a mothering of some sort) in my own home made of yours
within mine again living you less each day rising to work at each other
off each one I play (thank my own mothering for ending that trade to
sale or flights betoken no ask you cunt me off here each day honest
enough by God who suffer me to you as I pinch out rear teeth with
pliers as yet unseen by sheer nerve that car). You continue to pay and
work that off I can't keep threatening five years in prison to get up
every morning to a person whose mind is stapled up to giving away their
things to the poor and even as it is. Yeah, one day while you're at
work bits of favorite clothes (less what you handed over cheerily over
bad fits in my own mind centers...like that ol' captain's bed "that's
not yours - that's why") in the reddened poor box across town as "I
simply replace and insult you to further." Who looked better at no
contest plained? "No one ever stepped over me to get to that - you can
trust it again." Talk undoes the hurt once seem.
More about: Ellen Goolagong
(Evelyn is her twin sister, same hair) - a chinese prisoner of faith
just died again Thursday. Thanks to her. Rosemary Smith at UCLA...has
died previously in a plane crash at Montgomery, Alabama 1972. Talk show
host Ellen Degeneres is based upon her character (that is a philosopher
on women as author Evelyn Jung) in the press. All seem. Thanks again.
Canceling down my trip for now...and all should agree. In the meantime,
made some ambrosia salad as originally from St. Francis Medical Center,
kinda, or derivate Kraft's
Jet-Puffed "Five-Cup Fruit Salad" - we exchange walnuts for
pineapple you see women don't want fedge or whatever...it's a man's
plate. You should avoid corn syrups at-large while I simply eat.
8 oz. cup of sour cream (yes, sour cream)
1 cup of shredded sweetened baker's coconut
1 cup plus of mini marshmallows
11 oz. can of mandarin oranges drained mostly
1 cup of walnut pieces your same
you can add some halved maraschino cherries if you please others and
bewell...we didn't this time a favor to
Vonda Shepard "By 7:30" from her "Baby Don't You Break Heart My
Slow" LP of the same name (1999)...Terry and I just stopped and talked
to her on the street the other day while she walked her dog on Santa
Monica Boulevard and I appreciate her kindliness to us again. i loved the new icee treats from pavilions/safeway...about $3 a
major box of fourteen (14) treats these in cherry, blue raspberry,
and sour granny apple made my day and furthermore, no older jewish
woman has to stand in the sun crying sweetly while you serve six flags, sure...the paper tubes
they issue from are odd as turning seals only but they do well
this issued february 26, 2008 is
now atamazon...we get what we want, only bob newhart is bob hope by the
way living on...and like suzanne pleshette (um, polaroid's
mariette hartley) had a death ot two since that last show then this...kinda if grandson
clay is in-fact don knotts and then 'mr. chicken' welcome back
joanna the wife is spraying and
washing as dusting maybe flowers and stephanie comes in stephanie says "i just did that"
and recoils at the thought with her stephanie adds "you don't need
to do it again..."
Michael Jackson struck at it twice while glam-golden and in 1984:
"State Of Shock" with Mick Jagger as now from "The Ultimate
also seeking "Billie Jean" of "Invincible" fame who got fucked without
her fake left leg on. "That's not mine" said his mother to me adding
"yours do that." Then the wife of the male assailant twenty-four years
old adds "she is not my lover [I made kids]." No court was
called. The dance floor in the street "teaches you how to walk if you
imagine - no leg will turn." Others mine only "Jam"..."You Are Not
Alone" but I am. I'm lonely from you or from being a woman she would
adds. The singing, Girl - for the singing it's so goodly good.
OMIGOD ! ! ! NEW STUFF THAT
THRILLS ME A BOX SET EXTRA ! ! ! Tracks: 6) "P.Y.T. (Pretty Young
Thing)" or 'please yourself then [bitch]' 7) "Cheater (Demo)" and 8)
"Dangerous (Early Version)" - these tracks are KILLER, Bitch. Check 'em
out...all so good to me. You'll hate missing these, I think. Don't be
afraid of the moon then no more about you.
Rockwell "Somebody's Watching Me" as Michael sings and Randy Jackson is he
Rockwell the black space robot (still on Hollywood Boulevard
occasionally...he calls him "Dancor" like "monstor" or "stories tall"
in key word). We love Michael's voice here too now on a 20th Century
edition. Michael's glove? Disney right hand man kinda, just Disney then
with glitter. They
make 'em to look like early cartoon characters -
fat, all white - for regular-type folks now. The black mouse ears sent
us into orbit when we got them at the "Disney On Ice" show in Philly,
Still a thrill...seek no bows to be most properly a bra.
New! The Disney 'mouse' ears are
what Christ was mocked with on the cross or figment of Him dying and as
to be rat. The ears - green and red, the red 'privalige' or cap or
cloth made of wool - rounded and suggesting infidelity or hearing
roundly or too much spoken as to be - were made crudely with leaves by
'haysayers' - popular only, fields or nephilim gentle killing with
sauce wrestling with their own curses daily off only off - just as
nearby for everyone there as to inform us all play and no further
bother to ease any-or guilt dying is the same only ever a shame to us
as not being able to care (why you hurt? how you may avoid to be hurt).
I, local or 'sandra' or 'among the dunes' or soothsayer looked at him
as ugly and dying of bed breath as usual (I was not ordained yet to be
his because I was never his or in his sphere of logic...I hated our
child made of me and a loser I hated leaving again and again for
disturbing news against me always a hatebag usually too familiar 'you
can't do anything without hurting people I care for...' - yeah,
by dying together of blackest harm to thee made one and then I get your
little list of who not be shorn so close and I act on you the best
method helping hymn is killing them softly yourself with his song
before I may care "devil may care"- I hated him for it Abraham vicious
gay bitch my lover only and I got ugly too always and fast and killed
him often too settling with Neil my diviner of presence always a charm
beloved seem, but since seem all always turn-coat often enough back
around we go happily enough as I winner forget why I hated them maybe
they know I welcome you briskly all...winner takes it all with "you can
love 'cause you think that you're better than me" just be you you will
take your place as made to be that only a lesser but oh! so happee me
blades whirl in my head over you gears pinch and soften the thought
turned on me can of spring-out but silly snakes does this sell me back
to you but over some). Make me less as a bitch I'd solve you right out
or just have that then. The ears are or were "habolom" or range fir.
Rockwell is Michael Jackson the actor dying his last breath. That is
the last job that child actor had for Neil who fired him one day for
asking too many dumb questions of him - never hired back. Thank you
Neil. Neil says of his NAACP (not ours acting is this only, "not
aggressive actually, contacted popuole") kinship all liars previously
per of per and per my training and halvole or knowing of you code plus
salvoe region of bearings "He wouldn't pay to be on the record or with
me..." so retaliates him "He has warts" he was heard to say pre-Amway
or then AYDS thoko. He could sell a blaad bag of them broiling sabbs in
his ass - trust that. An anti-statement to just saying? A nigger?!? But
seriously you flanagans, I make my own ends or glamours meet us here a
place for us...lies upon lies. Touch upon touch. Watch the video
These were major hits on the radio and everywhere...we don't buy
records to mercy people with sales. We are all need and we want play
them on-demand as we have greater needs with them. Remember that.
revisited some...tap tap, tap-tap
2/4 time: clap clap
isn't to be played too fast' it says 'we'll get there'
2/8 time: clap clap
isn't to be played too slow - grows on you in time and pulls it up'
2/15 time: clap de-clap
one isn't any good a mathmaker - will make you leave a clergy of sorts'
3/10 time: clap clap de-clap
isn't fun, but sounds like fun...a bother, really'
4/8 time: clap mark clap
one says gets a beat everywhere wrong - you get it right somehow as
4/16 time: clap clap, clap
one carts away photographers or hearing well - bolts the door as shut'
5/10 time: clap de-clap, de clap, de clap (if
brighter in feel: clap de-clap de-clap de-clap).............'pushes
back against rage - is mine to haunt you, really, against yourself - a
push away to work over yours'
1) rhythm is margins, or when not to play;
2) no sixteenth note is greater than playing - there is no feel in
playing just stopping...no one stops for less;
3) an eighteenth is the least played - one full tenth of any feeling
cycle with ten notes in any octave (all white keys only - black keys
are steps out)...the eighteenth is the end of your day a fast exit a
sharp feel out a trick.
Not fractions (with 'numerator' is how many beats per measure,
'denominator' is what note gets a full beat...just crap, really, and I
would guess), pieces of pay
for feeling really. If and dimes are little, a beat is a quarter
or then its feeling for pay. There is no timing in the standard key
signature or fraction thereof it says, just feelings...how much 'pomp'
really. The timing is laid out in measures. So seek.
"Please, you don't hafta suffer my family and friends...you were done
down by me in the exchange. Do better for yourself...I would. I keep
the paying parts actively mine until them." - dM
got my new combs - a whole set - delivered beautifully to my door in
just mere days
success reeks of it...see link
for additional bother my model what i call 'the minsk' is '284 series
b' or then target issues
william daniels of 'st.
elsewhere' is also the voice of kitt on
'scrubs'...kyle hartshorn's (a goon, a road rage) older brother bruce
is also there
wayne won't be mentioned yet here...the humour there is hard on people
very 'see and say' all the time that's all...tourettes, that peculiar
knack for restating the obvious
call with money only...no sex until money until you can buy dinner
you were warned
"The terminology 'viable life' -
what is that an abortion? You're a newborn baby and can't help yourself
to life? No - you're a woman and you can't change a tire on your car."
- dM if assisting himself to
many an other with a dumb smile doesn't help smaller people who are
constantly vying for position against franks big and tall shop
"A woman dies by agreement."
Yeah - gives you her last bit of food, her last dollar, the last of
whatever and just to keep her word. A man will kill you for that little
and his right hook made him famous by in my mouth.
If you don't have God (and you
will anyway because we make you ape it all voices in one direction
towards accountable goods and services anyway the flag an idea a city
block through added city blocks to any large water surface you are no
one we proved it over and over you are no one we see it but some more
is seen a nice ass on a young male is forever to be and yet...rare, now
get a gun), you have this hostile rock floating 'round and 'round where
we agree not to kill each other just to live with old age and cancers.
I liked that better...you can know dying and well at that no one
returns from a rough bout with unholy cancer. I liked it alot, it paid
for everything twice over less you combative and old tales of more than
misery. At worst, a new generation that needs to breed understanding
once over kill them all to me we love people who were beaten bad and
just to be me and are smarter we made the place of pencil-tipped
businesses dying down with you. Are you sure we don't have it all and
now this? Perfections swirling around a blob of pure shit in the
middle. "All else sits by while you lay dying..."? You did so
well you can think it all over without having to know me more...kedem.
Having yours say? Fuck that.
"Please, you are rotting on the
bone - put out to pasture." We hafta honor military types to avoid
reason and plague within us so cheap anyway. Do you see disability and
illness anywhere but in the Catholic Church? I'd pull off a leg just to know
men better on the battlefield. I would. I think I did my asshole still
so tight to me I use it. "Who made this? You?"
I signed up for the draft against Russians at eighteen years old
on-the-dot thrown in the fucking pot and have that paper still to prove
it serious. Scared just prior, my father yelled at me too in the car.
Remember the good given to blacks just ask them once.
You didn't die having no baby - someone shot you up with sperm and
you're not sure you like them that's all. Choices in life made too and
soon. You were supposed to adore the guy for one day dressed up and not
for hate's purposes. I hate pregnancy for confirming the sperm count
the mother determines color (yeah, when she lays down). What else? Keep
the crap, Nigger. Expose you to me.
separated at partial
birth...dem beautiful dames! foolish games and be
you: [ ] so dumb! [ ] even dumber you fucking loser cunt bitch!
[ ] even you could know not to suck on this a type-a 'tricky'
pretzel dick, you another dumb cunt! fuck her
you old gay bitch! fuck her ass!
This just inserted in my ass! The family (all cornerstones of
having, having since) called to inform me that I can't stay with any of
them (analog sex mites) and my mother "cancel your trip" adds I "need
help." Cunt. Someone needs to shoot that old bitch and jail the innards
I'm going anyway who said anything about you? SHOOT THEM. I'll be
there, niggers you go to jail soon. Jesus cunts. We'll get back to that
later they know I'm tweaking and fuck them.
I need help you fucking fantasy creep. Die. I'm going to kill you for
this...we'll see you down to you. Back to playing with my dick and
ruining your self-satisfied life...cunts. Get rid of that shit.
Aside: Favorite Patty Duke episode?
She eats a pie-cake her mother slaved over as due for a baking contest
later in the day and she then buys one from a bakery and it wins
handily enough. So what...'tis true? We just want to see the good we
miss. What? I ate a whole graham cracker-laden chocolate cream pie on
my mother as she slept midday - too little to know any better. So good
Sheryl Crow? Mine is "Shine Over [Me] Babylon" or "keep shining
down with the good stuff while they keep talkin'..." and Neil's "Love
Is Free"...."we have that." The album cover is the blueknit door to
Studio 'C' at A&M records where people pretend to record behind a
wall only. So see. Use the banner this time unless Apple Safari what
omits stuff by you.
Cocteau Twins "Dear Heart" from their "BBC Sessions" comp...my
favorite and only song taken seriously from the "Garlands" era (there
is no other or better version it is the BBC that made this happen with
other live outings afore, but after this...is on some import CD's of
"Garlands" as bonus tracks...not a bad record this but first, but of
dark combs and is druggy). Still thinking about
k.d. Lang's new stuff..."goes to the Heath Ledger Foundation" says she.
Last Night's Dream
I was looking down an optical eye (some obscured around us) to see the
lefthand view of a curbed street I lefthand with grass and a leash
flowing. The leash - twisted wire coated with clear plastic - could be
extended further than one statehood block plus across a street as up in
the air and straight and then it turned left to latch onto something
unknown as if by thought command. The latch on the end was if it was on
any dog leash and it tried and succeeded I believe to latch turning
left (maybe on a fence near sidewalk). Meanwhile, the sensation in my
throat was as if being intubated - I had that fucking latch in my
esophagus beating against my heart or just higher...hmmmm, Terry's
father had surgery yesterday morning. "Not like that though..." my
grandmother's glow-in-the-dark rosary may be assisting me too as placed
tableside for looks on out.
Dusty Springfield...aka Mrs. June Vigliotti my next door neighbor
up drove me and my mom to the hospital as I OD'd on baby aspirin
again...is also Paula
Deen of cooking fame. Tell her we love Cadillacs now. "Remember, Pet Shop
Boys never had to tour - that's unheard of." Her son is Dee-Dee,
Donald, or the guy who plays singer Neil Tennant. Matthew McConaughey
is son Matt I went with them while he got steroid shots for lackings in
height...was a jockey, I guess...horses. "Farotd [favored] Nite"
Remember, Alessi and the online
store here on Robertson! Their furniture store "for the dead" - all
plastics and next door - has extra-gross mortuary-like tables for
infants-children with accordion metals underneath and on wheels! They
have ceramic toadstools of gnomes - painted surface and jet black two
2' feet (rev) high - for
heads to display and baskets to keep arms-legs while you rinse daily.
Real...and enough. "People who are dying" then, sure.