Another Play On Words
04/20/03 1623
Thanks to VH-1 Classic (Adelphia 148) again for all you know to be and
for playing Wings' "Helen Wheels" (a firm play on words for "hell on
wheels" I get it too). That song is not featured on Wings' "Greatest
Hits" and is near that what else did I miss? The song is featured,
however, on the "Band On The Run" LP. I like Wings (all Beatles having
done better after the fact to me) and see it shine with that Rolls
Royce Corniche convertible taking on a spin in the video for the song.
Again, more early rock glamour to you and me. Oh, and that reminds me
of "Back To The Egg" (sly that) and "Getting Closer" - I used to play
that one to early death too - see it.
My Madonna Makeover To You In
Keeping With Us-You 04/20/03 1548
See the latest People Magazine
(not the best link of fortunes and made) for Madonna's most lucid cover
to date you (no sign of it yet). I saw it in the Pavilions West
Hollywood last night and recoiled in faith from it three (3) weeks old
demanded anew. What's to become of us-you? Neil demands I stop making
her my friend (old tracks of it), but I can't resist making a new mark
or two. The new album I hear is like all days forth - what's the
bother? Robin approves. I may too. Other than that, I used to collect
People Magazine most all through the eighties (when stars were more -
how should we say? glamourous) and have pretty much the whole shitload
in storage. First issue is the Karen Carpenter death issue (1982,
church stairs with casket + yellow jumpsuit) and spotty onward to full
force in mayhems. I just couldn't throw an issue away as too nice for
the bucks, really. Eventually, I had to stop the madness for myself by
not subscribing anymore - you know how it goes. Oh, alright - I live in
the eighties and plan on staying a while.
Cherish The Thought Merely
04/20/03 1540
I love words and cling to conventional wisdoms regarding them like you
cling to your sheets: hardly at all, but you lay there anyway as if
they were made of steel and you rubber. Sometimes I find out we messed
up together (generous - I share your blame too all the while blaming
you for this also). Take the words "algorithm" and "logarithm" (correct
spelling is heretofore "logorithm") - both wildly informing with one
meaning "steps to" as in a computer program (in reference to each step
of) and the other meaning "counts as" (what it takes in treatment to
produce a quantity number that is sighted and not seen - e.g., to
produce "100", base "10" is raised to the power of "2" as sighting
before and needing quantity production), respectively. We use these
terms often, but an algorithm (the prefix "algo" means "spoken to" only
- "algus"? that is "spoken to while walking" - "algevus"? spoken to
while riding [back and forth]) indicates "taken without meaning
further" or a quantity spoken to. A number only. The prefix in
"logorithm" - "logo" - means to "sighted only" - not steps taken as in
one of our computer programs no. The steps taken to get there in each
of the four realms (has, needs, wants, makes - more later) is what you
need to do on the side. You see it. Keep using computer programs to
solve you as "routine" only for "makes with one's hands and thoughts"
to Latin from "routines" but know that no one really cares - or do you?
In the meantime, convention rules us.
Right Straight From My Other
Musical Friends Lying Also 04/19/03 1513
My other musical friends tell me that a study is necessary to get
funding in place for a real recording of session, but that they only
work to provide what little will sell them - not the whole ball of wax
to you. I always tell people like and of Madonna "If they could've
gotten rid of you, they would have" (keep playing your own parts or see
it done one day and innocently enough, too) and that much is still true
with on the eve of her new album looming better not be to you. Point
is, people steal the ideas they hear on demo and then you get to hear
someone else do it better than you did. We won't have it. Sell that
only - you paid. The music business - the more I learn, the less you
know.
Was Christine McVie's Last Name
Really "Perfect" Or Did We Just Take A Tip On That One? 04/19/03
1424
Oh, they're back at it - Fleetwood Mac have released another ever-bake
to the unwielding masses yet again missing a tooth or two to
diminishment may I see. After trying various combinations of loss, we
now have "Say You Will" to what I reply "No I Just Can't". Not that
bad, but the tracks were recorded over four-score ago for a study
(proposal) on an upcoming album to no fest. You buy this one over to
keep the flame anew, but I hear instruments in there now they gave
faces to used again in this recording and I cite keeping the
instruments on stage the long way (less of stage hands required - see
it our world devious ever shoot me). I gave this new CD a quick stemm
in the store and I hear good starts with tambourine, percussion, Stevie
and all and then no gift without further payment perhaps we can talk of
it (otherwise, you may hafta call Sheryl Crow in to finish the song
she's not as cheap as we are you know - overall, that is...what? she's
here already? new songs? repackaging? oh I see). Anyway, hear me roar
you. Ever accused of not being a true fan, I hafta answer questions
from the band on their pleasings to no bother at all - ask away to
well-birthed. One question: Who's better - Stevie or Christine?
Neither. I've never seen two (2) wildcats more evenly distributed in
spirit and tone I defy thee. I mean, Christine puts musical notes all
over as a kinda war paint to define her region musically (see the cover
of Fleetwood Mac's "Mirage" and other of note) with the playing
keyboards and all and I adhere to the thought only when we speak to
each other in mind no professional I but she is. A bit hard that woman,
but even I had to admit having a taste for musical stationary to help
others define my own interests afoot when one needed only to know
better. But back to and apparently (Hi Shane your mother is this? I
bite), she wouldn't buy into this venture once more. "Nobody pays,
nobody plays." See it better and where does it all end you? Not here.
Sweet & Low This The
Low-Price Sugar Double May Cross Hair With Aspartame A Flavor Reducer
04/18/03 0456
Aw, come undone. You can still make that very someone special without
any loss to tooth decay and fatisture - every how and again if to they
must you. Let's face it - you're probably gonna make someone special
anyway hand to be. I ate something barn-fresh at a mute little party
one Christmas (hroo ungays - one of them Italian rolls that swirl with
lunch meats in-spread with your favorite conhostiles - what? a little
moustard - actually a haviste of dog crap - you won't settle this just
yet). Sure, that was real special for me - lying around for days
moaning like someone pulled the plug on my craft-matic adjustable
sleeper right after raising it up to the very ceiling. I never ate so
good. If you fed that to me, a great legacy of caring you. Mind says it
was Jesus the donor heart himself and I believe that only. "You're
going to honor me yet - even if it pays you in dimes."
SARS Wars The Endover Writes
Back 04/18/03 0425
SARS? Says anything reaches still. We've been observing your Earth and
would like to make contact with you (passive voice that) we are your
friends. SARS is flu-like moismy to replace the AYDS affirmative for
those who see and feel with but others as we skip along merrily this
world endures you to be this only sometimes only often not here a very
world of it said no to you and yes I do. Viral? Hah! Not for that!
Ohhh....Cha-Ka's not feeling too good of it today not pills will save
you some grief no me to SARS. The magic number is seven (7) and death
bells hallow you to same it is never enough to know actually said of it
(friends not friends god not god). Leave it to be there said otherwise
smart never had to be bothered with any of it and that pretty much
stinks.
Shit Zoo Ever Mean 04/17/03
1306
This little feature at Hotmail asks "Do you know what the name 'Shih
Tzu' means?" Yeah - "ratty negglefur that bestinks to a foot length
how" muss kiddin'. The feature says "lion-dog" (porchow) and no that is
somehow elegant. Shih (Mandarin Chinese for "many questions") Tzu (at
same dialect for "avoided at wondering why") means "never asks for
favors; has for you" - a real showstopper. Lion-dog! My experience says
stinky, mean, and bella-cursed with a little dog's life a near-retard.
From Time To Time 04/16/03
1045
As you may see, I make tiny little corrections to the text here and as
I see fit. Don't get made - I gotta deliver better for better seen.
That's God's work is you. My perfection is yours to.
When To Just Say Fuck It You
04/16/03 1014
So last night I do my California tax return at the last minute only (no
money here with no thanks to you hi hi) just to get the paper in under
the April 15 belt at the local post office. So I sashay mindless
talking to myself and you therefore to the West Hollywood post office
on San Vicente to pop my little return into a special tuna box before
the bulge hits and the nets are pulled my fin. Once there and sure
enough, someone from esteem and network services is pasting up Mac work
on the walls and boxes redirecting my effort abroad you to other
surrounding "main" post offices (what? this one looks "main" enough to
me each day as I wait in line forever and ever you). Seems from the
official Mac word I had to go further for this April 15 postmark
service now of you. I just did a momentary refract and tossed it in one
of their lonely boxes anyway. Sometimes you gotta just say fuck it and
I did just that always so fucking cheap with me. I expected in the head
to have this done such a way and now nothing of it stalls me. I dunno -
should I specialize in being the exception once again pouring through
one of your newsprint magazines trying to figure out how to kill your
spirit once more again with paperwork from this and then that and as
such for no more of fees this? One of my new lovers-task masters also
in the head gave me a hard time over this just tossed and made sure
that I understood musically-speaking that I had to make the extra
effort next time he should ever ask once or then more if so such then
countered with omnitruth and then perhaps with the threat of additional
tax-fees on nothing owed at then first or at all to you. This is why
older men make me unhappy being my dad and or similar governance stay
away for you I'm in charge with you now you'll just hafta understand
this one day. In the meantime, big brother my lover may have been right
about all you know to be, but the whole thing is like anyone who plays
concerts over and over in my pyramid scheme while all of your music
sorts up to point and you play a high revue much of missing, I can't
stand to go through all in my head to shift-present my but one point at
the top neither. You'll get this all one day I swear you much like the
tax people get to see what they seek to see as presented to nothing as
no one over and over. Now see this to better you or then just see me.
Never Work A System
04/15/03 1816
I'll have you know that I always do my part although challenged in
reverse by people routinely. I've been with two (2) top-notch
accounting agencies here in LA and New Jersey available each weekly
since before this began - to no avail. Sure, I look around in the paper
and think about more involving you not, but I'm just doing to be. No
hot shots. No challenge to unemployment benefits (still continuously
mind you for benefits already received) ever successful enough just
sees it to be. I never work a system for benefits of any kind ever and
I love the scent of defeat (strongly bearing you enough) for those who
move beyond a legal perspect to but just doing at risk of it. See ya
there.
It Just Goes To Show Ya You
Can't Get Blood From A Bodily Water Act 04/15/03 1758
Here's the piss-poor facts you from my Calendar 2002 to joy you:
Federal Adjusted Gross Income (um, just add it all up the honey all
hive less sting): $9,797.00 (exactly $6,350 from unemployment sources
California and New Jersey). I paid the Feds exactly $417.84 in payroll
taxes taken (never from unemployment you) and had taxes assessed at
$209.00 less their earned income credit of $98.00 for a refund now of
$306.00 (you can keep the eighty-four cents, sure - give it to
administration fine job you on the phone the nearest whole dollar is
only down to you no more see a bill to all no). I love just calling the
IRS's Teletax system (nothing fancy by you mind it) at the last minute
just doing my part - you know. I'll be waiting outside for the cash.
Nothing Known To Me
04/15/03 1539
Remember, Fledge, we talked of "warms the cockles of my heart" with
"cockles" being the innermost region of it? Well, here's better: The
word "cockles" speaks-means to all you can hide in the center without
the outside seeing of it (as love may be hidden from others quietly and
saintly you). We err never, but see better maybe. Other than that,
nothing new to you. Today, I finally report my borgeis (say "bor-jayce"
as French for "having no scent or feel") annual incomes favorably to
the governments of both California and the United States. More or less
of you.
For A Better Person Known To Be
04/14/03 1236
I hope you enjoy me like I do, but sometimes I just can't agree with
this stuff - you know - it rubs me the wrong way and all. If I killed
everything that annoyed me on-the-spot like I try to, I wouldn't have
those little moments off to the side sometime later on where I come to
terms with an alternate's simply just therefore being and say to myself
"You know, she's not so bad after all - half-glad my initial orders
weren't taken seriously heh heh made to be good defeats an unknowing
evil but never depend on this no one knows anything of it at all see I
smile in your fucking face too." And then "What lilyshit - instrument
of my peace you" as now crudely fashioned into blade. That's just my
humour but as you know there is a seriously informing side to things
(like attempted murder) a golden vein if you will to be. They other
call it "crass" - humourless and uninforming but truth to you. Let me
entertain you. Someone special took exception to my monkey business,
but that is harming to you only if you have a monkey and have done such
things about it and by agreement. Watch over your monkey that is our
world real and how annoying others no wrong answer now you're better
off about things with me in-check. When I was growing up (can you
believe all of the great little stories I have all very in truth and
all cut to size you enjoy me I know what I'm doing you), I had a
neighbor friend who had a monkey in the family it just upped and died
one day I never saw it ever. I know what happened to it - do you? Just
being neighborly know better. These things are complex and ruling you
every day. Every day you. And now I share that I know what happened to
the very Bubbles too. Life can be rude and short your mother.
In The Month Of Madness
04/14/03 1222
Today's vision: "I hafta get him off of that machine! I can't stand him
expressing his views to people every day I live." Another womanhad
coming undone over her inability to surmount the forces that face her.
Eat shit. Woman, I express my individual perspective only and then only
to my need everyday a change you see. You are no one to me and no the
mother is not sacrosanct even as of today's assess. You are junky in
nature and I call it like this and like that. But a word or two will
still do nicely. Eat up. Your reality isn't shaped here after all - it
is merely confirmed to the touch. A better thought had leading perhaps
to an even briefer exchange where time is of the essence or nothing to
say, really. No.
Black And White Your Key To
Remove 04/13/03 1908
Don't think for one minute you hafta to watch those awful movies named
below. I endured the only horrible "The Bad Semen" for well over an
eternity more than I could stand all the Jane-howlas in the film
naturing each unfortunate (but somehow merciful) death by revealing
another piece of the self centered to same. They was all gonna die of
it anyway so unloving each gentle to say, but the women really make
their way among the feed of it granting each other stays of execution
all the way as if to pinpoint their exact location in the overall
nothingness that grants it a new day in hell similarly to same. It was
already lawn gone and then a little maniacal bitch can truly prosper
among the near-dead and merely hoping to die showing her oval stuff to
the pre-need aftermarket a refund no sale is final to you the actual
buyer-seller look who's buying back the shamily home with her trust it
fund soon a Dinah-network of neighborly lesbians fixing the fridge
demselves and burning the outhouse down to help heal a bad patch of the
hinges left by hoodges. That annuity never paid so well points tips all
the hospian extras and the pissmoat a flaming burberry bargain you
still I leave. Black and white film must now die with their pocho
carnivals filmfests other balbagoyne put it all down the dooch toss in
a few stinky ballgowns and a couple of wigs rid the world of this filth
only. "Stale incense, old sweat, and lies lies lies." It comes down to
this.
Your Star Hasn't Faded That Bads
04/12/03 1833
People in my head go "Oh, now they bother with him." What did you ever
do leave it blank. I'm pretty cheap to inquire, and having the right
name means you'll never be bothered or mostly even heard from but
that's beside the point. These people are stars and that means busy
doing stuff for us on other levels all the time okay only selfish
better pay me first and not with charm or them feminine wiles neither.
Now you hafta know me? Not so - I wouldn't cross the street to meet a
celebrity asshole earmarking cash for the daily doughnut, but people
are fucking great and that wins me I'm no one. Talk to me my every fool
and see how much you matter to God the Creator of all sins you bore to
my breath. "Just between you and me, I never gave a shit about that,
really. Just trying to get off the hook with God complex and the very
masseurs of it - they think they're real technical types we'll figure
it all out together shimmering glue-like haze I don't wear the world
'cept when I'm cleaning behind the stove. Not in a world sure I never
even seen most of it like you'd know any better anyway so worldy in
your travels and all." Sometimes I think I'm the antsi-Christ and
Christ (the real livermore with me as typo I'll pray to your holy
unlivit) is gonna come again and kick my ass real good and all for
heaven's sake so take my mother back to saint it ain't so she loves all
them continental prayer breakfasts with them fancy bootnik snausages
and all napkins monogrammed with an "H" for "Havinit". Not a chance in
hope's dirty wipe I never agreed to star in any Christ vehicles I hate
poor people "no not one of your mother's rags on my celebrite flooring
ever not you" unless offered the role of Supreme Being. I was born to
play the Eternal Child, the one who could put his hand on it and all
OK! enough about me the greatest glory ever you see this come my day in
hand my wiping of forget.
Another Message From The Great
Beyond As Only I Do This 04/12/03 1804
It's like I'm the mother-nurturing agent in "The Good Son" - on one arm
David Bloom (real name is Mark Bryant) on the other Neil I drop them
both accidentally of course I hate being forced to choose. After all,
who am I to know? Martini & Rossi on da rocks - say yes you. Here's
a message from David direct and no I didn't make this up I don't have
to I'm very reals you: "I'm coming back in four (4) years. Have a brew
inside of you soon. Doug Moon is a liar only." Don't ask me what that
means I just do what I do and you follow along with your own fantasies
my heart belongs to me and sometimes David Bloom. My humor sucks today
may see.
Oozing My Sooch 04/12/03
1027
"Why all the talk about Pat Benatar?" I like that bitch and she looks
cute ever. Neil was God-like to me and whoever is playing the role for
the last ten (10) or so years scared me to homo death. Neil is a God to
all who know him very fucking nice with me hates people like me thinks
he's a Jew knows our family his real last name is awful only never use
it. I spent an eternity with him learning about all I don't know will
do more of this you see nothing more than I a young guy in child's
tuxedo jacket boxer shorts rings right hand. Special people from New
Jersey too not you. Did you know the name is all we wondered aloud we
cry for this too. Sad not really. "If you like people why don't you
keep them alive." What's up with you? With me firmly in mind, I take a
fool's worth, brush it up to youth me, make it smarter than you, make
it mine only, and then shove it back better done and ready for the
harder parts. They turn on me and I make 'em eat shit to fear me once
again. I don't believe in being anything rational sums up.
Shut That 04/12/03 0956
Oooh - you don't like my presentation and all? Tough shit. I gotta live
to this fuckwells while you get to be paid for being simply stupid and
a worth a toss. I hate the way I live and the way you live around it
honor my ass and balls. I map to your life shallow all I can to see it
ripen for you too. I'm God and God hates everything right now.
Everything. You decide first, then Jesus helps me honor his commitment
to a self long dead of it. Then, I kill you all for deciding anything
that dies. "You are so mean and stupid." I live to fill your mouths
with dirt. Letting you be that is a God act only. That is not truth
ever. So fucking stupid and no I haven't changed my mind about you pure
shit positioned by pure shit is purely shit or 100% pure shit. Pure
shit. You ain't never had it right enough and I cringe. Laugh. What
junk.
Gonna Dress You Up In My Love
All Over All Over 04/12/03 0929
Have a 7-Eleven Slurpee soon enough. I just had one the other day after
licking Christ's body all over as it hung on the cross (our way in mind
- no spit). When I get mad, I lick that bastard as if he could love me
more than his mother's saintly way, more than being blessed a bitch.
You enjoy me too much I hear it. But back to what's real, put the
dome-lid on the Slurpee cup before you fill with the flavor of your
choice then choose a color straw with care. What I hear: "You fucking
son-of-a-bitch." Keep talking that tongue has no hook of mine through
it yet but soon.
Getting Paid Royally For Your
Both King And Queen 04/12/03 0827
I gotta move past this sector of thought into a whole other state of
being and then you can puzzle anew good friends. A recent trip to one
of those pet supermarkets (scoop-measure your own bag of kitty litter
by the pound seeing to it, a vast array of collars with every
imaginable size-combination of tinkle bells up through tap-wrought and
x-mas warning to you) sees tarantulas and scorpions being sold with
reptiles and other junk and I laugh at the prospect of getting one or
either as a gift. Unlike snails, I step on that shit for being ugly
each life so precious but in my way you wasted the extra hair and the
claws on those two bitches both under twenty bucks (< $20.00) who'd
bother? Someone desperate for attention ever the need in my day (until
someone feeds your monkey a banana with pencils in it or a slice of
watermelon laced with poly-glycoat). Someone goes "Oh, they have
scorpions all over Arizona they removed the stinger" to what I stab at
"so?" That thing has enough hate made to burn and itch again but will
wonders ever cease you a pet? In the meantime, each of those creatures
hides under the half-log in their respective aquariums hoping not to be
seen just a pair of beady eyes in the chips like they know anything at
all being just that much the end is always near enough you. P.S. Loving
God's work is a great pastime - I do it to annoy only. Cherishing each
little create so fascinating we're both in hell my ridicule still
intact you so flowers each scents beautiful day love knowing me.
The Future's So Bright You
04/09/03 1817
Timbuk 3 - another revelation yet. The name means nothing to us but
studio execs made it up for Pat Benatar and gang to play another gig
elsewhere. "It failed us by being too good" one would say. "A good
record means a good deal of reinvestment to see our side happen" one
would again say. "No one invests anymore because of it" I blab. Alumni
Scott St. Sheets: Danny Eldridge (Elfman). "We hate his work (as
cheesy), but like him." Doug likes what Danny Elfman does too often to
say (but I will anyway "Edward Scissorhands"). "It's about me now" and
I quote forth to "No one one makes me happy anyway." Say that.
Out Of The Blue 04/09/03
1835
I can make a few more
MPEG's these days so I just put up ELO's "Mr. Blue Sky" hey I pass
it around in richer and poorer you. This song was featured on a few
commercials of late whatever and you should hear it in full view. I've
heard this song a million times as my favorite cut from the album "Out
Of The Blue" (yes, I got that from Columbia House in the 1970's to no
sale you but other) and I can tell you the end of the song and its
orchestration makes me feel it all still. So there.
Heaven's Gate 04/09/03 1439
In Heaven, we celebrate The B-52's now with guest appearances by all
known to be. In Heaven we liven each person to faith and make them
perform to see if we know who's who and what's what. All in the mind,
and all clear for all days. Each performer granted Heaven for making it
for me here. Heaven is but an earshot away, but we always know where we
keep and with you to land. (Someone will decipher this for us one day -
I'm absurd and type what I'm missing in thought. I think Heaven's Gate
is about a big swirl of light energy that projects sound plus vision of
such as nearing entry - a big doughnut of living joy for the
spiritually inclined - go into the light you).
Crimes Of Passion 04/09/03
1417
"Spider James" is from "James And The Giant Peach" - a childhood fable
of taking too much too soon and then possibly the number eight (8) and
playing strings well. I'm sick again and quite humbled (but not
really). To others beyond the helping "My friend here hates me but I
love him. Take care." Last sighting by me: VH-1's Ru Paul show
performing "Strawberry Wine" looking very nice for the wear both.
As The Bad Seed Comes To Grips
With The Evil Dome And Hydroponics 04/08/03 1038
One of the last few episodes of "Six Feet Under" featured gay men
sitting around in couples watching "The Bad Seed" in a
household film revival (that little opera funeral while I shrunk to
thought, was quite nice actually - gay makes me cringe for it in
advance with ideas and suggest then brings me around properly to take
note of the true masters, really - not of me as such as having been and
having done wins it over). Anyway, I catch that show at my leisure (I
don't bolt to the tv at time I cannot you, but get back to you soon
enough) and that viewing revives the thought of gay cinema must-haves
with gays and now I'm sitting here with a brand-new VHS copy of Mervyn
LeRoy's (yes, and remember that is now Moe Howard Jack plus-Warner to
us) "The Bad Seed" along with half of America I'm sure also tryin' to
live it out each little girl that views now pondering the faith - a
life of evil doing - with each homosexual male that plays that
precarious route (and once again, they are there as masters - see it).
To continue on gay theme is to be gay. I am gay - you know this, but I
borrow you occasionally to make gay happy. Know that too. Gay rules me
(keeps me in place). You do not. Gay. Now, gay cinema (that made by gay
to be gay understated or clausen to mean without fields or barriers to
route + "cinema" is only for black and white) has four (4) films that
make the grade with me and others: "The Bad Seed" as mentioned with
young girl as undetectable and ensuing evil to no understand ever but
somewhat lessening, "The
Children's Hour" as awful lesbians in hiding now uncovered to view
in an unapproving society harness that (lesbians - I still don't
understand what drives that mood, personally speaking tee hee), "The Women" as camping
them up and sending them off per divorce - a government project starts
with women and ends up where? in Reno? hardly you, and then "The Producers" showing us
women as slave-drivers demanding sex for the money provided your
showbiz endeavor and how the women might make the men involved happy
too - kinda. Well, you know.
Don't Fight It 04/08/03
1019
Today I awoke and it feels like I slept with the dead (correct that
saying from "slept like the dead" - no one sleeps like that). I spent
alot of time um, counseling spirits this past martyr - not only the
David Blooms of the world but also Neil Geraldo fascinating person that
(one of my guitar heroes - melody base, nothing to spare ever, good
looks - you know) and in my vein music world and all. Both December,
um, partings and both to be back sometime as early nature taken. We
need the otherworld facts better and so do you. Usually, we go through
a vicious process of recall (maybe I pull your pictures up on the
Internet and cringe with) or perhaps review a music profile. Yesterday
it was "We Live For Love" recalled successfully and with much margin to
spare we continue hear that again. Later - that "Spider James" stuff -
we'll get to the bottom of that and I'll report back to self here.
The Fear Of Being Talked
04/07/03 1250
I here you out there saying about boys being dumb while you master
thin-combing then a potbrush and how best to keep Nair out of your
weasel when placing the back once skinless. The boy is not dumb, it is
made to be perfect only. A woman seeks-ponders one of many such to
truths in and around truth and casually enters the no-so-much-talk-you
zone to predict her findings in each of the major categories she'll
explain all of this later to eyes that bleed of it only.
You'll Never Learn 04/07/03
1142
I stole the heading above from an e-mail I received today: "Learn how
to seduce women and get laid now." Can you imagine that? Seducing a
woman! How best to avoid? I dunno - that mirror sexuality (big
franchised balls, short but not squat possibly alluring to something
wearing the same eye makeup down around the lips) sees no competitor
rise above placing first and as your own perfect match you yourself
think of that special someone made for each individual someone and then
think right off to higher ups. It's in there. To have an idea is one
thing, to execute it well quite another you're not so bad at it after
all have any other ideas like this one right here? Seducing a woman
just fuck her and quell that incessant giggling already. After that the
hard work begins (never work for this be truly condemned by love and
then thus the by-products of loving and their stated limits for acts
such the self snaps back) it is now her approval you seek each
appetizer to be cut in one (1) and two (2) joint decisions made against
your community half as property values soar through the new roof and
you simply can't believe how much equity you're making comfortably
right at your own home perhaps just nearby with little risk about
sitting there on her half of the last ass before you go out and get
some more of where that came from. Sure, we print money up to be spent
on whatever you want but sometimes we worry about what it is you'll try
and collect in the root exchange of it love come down. Well, okay -
hardly ever. Hey - I still hafta rent - you got to buy. A definite win
for you still and her so ...sex in of it. Why do you read this stuff?
I'm gay and you know what that means broadly no we delegate our
authorities to others unawares beyond my belittled truth yes please
that.
Tiny Bells Alert Music Mental
04/06/03 1922
I put another Stevie Nicks
tune (all gone now friend - was "Two Kinds Of Love") up for your
quigley and farm (she makes magic happen
with nothing at all technical). No, not the "Street Angels" you what is
that stuff anyway? The follow up mail-merge with Shangri-la (duty free)
has at least one good tic bitten if nothing more.
Your Shit Stinks Too? No Shit
Stinks As Worst At That 04/05/03 1158
Touch my sacredest pigment tit - my mother was embarrassed again. She
can't stand being that object d'overs. I use other weapons of tactile
destruct - better methods, how one needs to put others at ease, not
invigorate them toward pursuit of higher meaning learning having. To
put it mildly, an embarrassed person never stops listening to the
within and suffers for it (see "Everything Is Real And Pays You To Back
Down" then "Offer Nothing Then Take What Little Is Given"). I see
people as nice enough, but hardly encouraging to fact (to making sense
of it at all). Fact that.
You Always Winning Stuff
04/05/03 1114
If you listen to people, you find out you weren't supposed to have
anything good happen for you in life at all. Not without other people
happening at same rate time too. Now decisively doing and having over
them? How's that? Just better folks getting it done with better folks.
Apparently, I'm always winning over others but I "cheat". You were
there as I struggled to the top, huh. Keep looking out the windows a
day will come and you will know more about my ways around you ever a
cattle call comes you. Someone still impressed told of how I won
coloring contests when I was a kid and other art type stuff (they're
still mad - I was no one truly but pronounced by fools of fools and
their fools fooling others and other fools no one else was reasonably
good neither). Here's my secret so you can finally be free of my
take-all obsete: People are victims of the unexpected. Don't just color
your sad egg entry, make a shitty flag for the bicentennial or secular
lawn-voice Christ is here again quick tell him he's not here we are
here. Something technique (like spirals of molor), but still dumb
enough to compete seriously (look happened, not studied - it matters
nothing sly avoid mentioning your rules say nothing of the "voices" in
your head they're trying to reaffirm life for shelf-help type people
who wince right here at youth and youth bears bring no gifts to the
dying half). They just wanna get it over with and you gotta help make
things easy just end it all. Avoid happy themes people-type wetnesses,
go for mean, angry too. Death is always stark and prohibiting. Try
fashioning in a volt or perhaps two of mortality plause (a death egg
you looks seriously tone of it a spina bifida wing mended on the outer
clip of it - all legacies foreboding the fear in you so to hatch an
Easter omen). A death lapse (signal of impending doom) helps one to
escape the morbid tendency afoot. Dream the leaf. For whom the whole
nest boils with eggs lain.
World Stage 04/05/03 1058
At the very least, you might consider that this is world stage credo
and you probably are not very astute about what that may mean to a
person working out the details. No bother - it's a big deal anyway and
I remind you not to think or speak as though you understand any of it
(remember programming the VCR how bad it was? this is even newer
computer kinda stuff - real technical and all e.g., life/death,
male/female, gay/straight, park/ride - all of the really dumb human see
me hear me love me fear me stuff I already thought for you about). No
one understands, no one needs to. I keep it crude so you can write it
all off. Take the tip. Be that one in a million odd choice. Dare to be
the daringest you ever it said me how so to for.
Always Right Then And
Everything You Lose 04/05/03 1038
I'm choking to deaf on fumes again - hold the chow. While trying each
possible combination against me just once more than thought to be
necessary by you or that once, know that I will punish you badly for
announcing your cheap brand of offense here never forget this betrayal.
Be willing to die for it like I am only willing to die. To know me from
the past and then once more than necessary again tell me how you feel
about what I'm doing or to make says to take sides against is to ask my
favor I will kill you only. Who are you anyway? No one. Your idiotic
mother is no one too. Both a set of plastic salad tongs grabbing as
grows green. I went through a bunch of crap to allay fears in the name
of a past issued me unsteady and that was not necessary either (you
don't care? I make sure you do care - know better to mine there is no
way out you torture me with fool I speak to their individual languages
no mercy). You are not a principal here. I am the only principal. I
write, you read. I imply, you infer. Keep it real and smart folks as it
matters to you and whatever else you're feeling about.
Choke Box 04/05/03 1840
"Why is it you talk about people making money?" Creating a personal
reality full of new tensions, language truth possibly rubbing off on me
and my style-truths, helping to keep things positive and rolling my way
sure still here. Sweetness, I missed any that mention of money. You
miss people who suffer tremendously for years trying to make it, trying
to be special the music that matters. Just kidding. It's the win we
want, not the winning nature being gratified by loss unseen. Give me da
facts you no matter how much it hurts my sane of it. My every good idea
given you.
Ratsy Hum Home 04/05/03
1826
Another yellow-tooth bitch says "You are not talented" like I'm
competing against her fashion stupidity for something of value (relief
from that voice?) I'm enough to be bothered with, apparently. All about
me no you. Just me and mine while supplies last. One day, a household
spray (of baswats) for this pest and expectations for having better
seen I take it all back you of course only you.
A World Gone Round 04/05/03
1752
I hear ya bitchin' and think nothing. Why don't you why haven't you why
won't you why why why why why why why why why why. Because it's cold
outside - die of Easter bubonnet. We see you writing and "that's not a
job." No one contracted your services either - and hey what about your
own neglects piling up. What does that answer sound like? I am God
Incarnate, Fool - not one of your little friends. Stop trying to make
this your presentation for the "if anyone cares" crowd. If I had the
ability to be just what little you are doing nothing exceptional, you
might read about it all right here. No one gives a shit about Doug -
they want to discuss my inadequacies, my failures. You hold all that
while I stimulate truth and put to the truth everywhere truth is valued
to me. I make your care, I make you proof it all out for me and mine.
Keep working on it all I say to do. Do you like my mother? Take good
care of her then. I only do as opponing your every care so dumb and
desperate. Every now and again, it's all just me and my own problem
another lie. God you. God.
My Top Dogs No Shit
04/04/03 2146
I make sure I hear these from time to time you the rest I need to
forget to you: Fleetwood Mac "Rumours" - "Gold Dust Woman" and
"Songbird"; Barbra Streisand "The Broadway Album" - "I Have Dreamed /
We Kiss In A Shadow / Something Wonderful" + "If I Loved You";
Madonna's self-titled debut album - "Physical Attraction"; Kiss
"Destroyer" - "King Of The Night Time World" or "Sweet Pain"; Madonna
"Who's That Girl" - "The Look Of Love" and title track still a big
fucking hit "Elebata ei Spanitu!" for "I will speak this [all around]!"
as really happy; Barbra Streisand "Memories" - "My Heart Belongs To
Me"; Electric Light Orchestra "A New World Record" - "Telephone Line";
Elton John "Goodbye Yellow Brick Road" - "Dirty Little Girl"; Prince
And The Revolution "Purple Rain" - "The Beautiful Ones"; Fleetwood
Mac's self-titled debut on Reprise - "Warm Ways"; Stevie Nicks "Bella
Donna" - "Stop Draggin' My Heart Around" go back to it; Cyndi Lauper
"She's So Unusual" - "All Through The Night"; Elton John "Elton John's
Greatest Hits Volume II" - "Lucy In The Sky With Diamonds". Feelin'
stronger every day wishing you were here baby what a big surprise if
you leave me now you get nothing.
Love Is An Andibular Response
Like Two Ends Of The Same Stick 04/04/03 1538
I was looking at the Culture Club madness-for box set now breaching
fame with excesses aboard - not bad but not humbly addressed to sale
neither. The boxlong cover has Boy George all made up as Uncle Same
with the boys in tops (all honor music teacher Roy Hay actually -
George Martin's son and the maker of rules for Culture Club and Dead or
Alive and Hayzee Fantazee and others like Donna Summer). Today we see
"Love Is Love" shine for us only as greatest hit never touched by you
ever I just listened to it all very good of you still. God holds Boy
George in abeyance until he stops being a Jew to people. That is not
what founded his success. Start there and see encouraging print on the
Rosie O'Donnell E! story with him in it. "Love Twist (featuring Captain
Crucial)" I honor it's just Hayzee Fantazee all over it you.
Colour My Worls 04/04/03
1155
What is it about buying a record? Having whomever play for you
on-demand. Very important that concept "on-demand" - that's what stops
people from getting to where they're going. "On-demand" says I gotta
hear it no matter what you. Anything else says someone else might
overhear us. When I play music, it's like being a radio station with
other people listening in (I'm very self-conscient - how 'bout you?) I
can't have just anyone playing their stuff here at my station - what
will my listeners think? See us first. Light up my life, Madonna.
Add To Below 04/04/03 1028
All the great stuff out there, and I gotta write the album names I'm
writing below. What's wrong with you people? The next one hereafter is
Pablo Cruise you should die of it now love will find a way (sorry to
Mars your dad as vomished - who am I after all? only God you only God
that word so small a last breath - buckets of money say fuck it that's
sunny). Not nearly I'll get to it. Why buy Billy Joel "Glass Houses"
you? "All For Leyna" took away that decision, Fool. As for Chicago,
they are only great, but I never got around to buying any of their
stuff. They are truly great though and I love hearing their stuff
around town. Thanks for nothing to ET for corroborating the Fleetwood
Mac "Rumours" update of nineteen million in sales to date as aired last
night.
Eleven Post Eleven 04/03/03
1728
Starting with what we had, eleven (11) more to short us out album-wise:
Stevie Wonder "Songs In The Key Of Life" (8.2), Eagles "The Long Run"
(7.6) (Note: Makes use of too many others - may not see fit as usual
when Gary West and Mark Smith make the music happen; key off if
necessary now "Those Shoes"), Prince And The Revolution (see Wendy and
Lisa) "Purple Rain" (8.3) - x, Chicago "Chicago IV" (6.5), Fleetwood
Mac's self-titled debut on Reprise (6.5) - x, ties with Chicago
"Chicago V" (7.2) (Note: There could be more records here on this part
of the list, but no one plays live well it matters you), Rod Stewart
"Storybook VH-1" (7.3) (Note: Sold only to Asia Minor and keys of Japan
- not here; retitled didn't do well we leave in as common note - you've
heard it all), Pablo Cruise "Worlds Away [to Sanchez]" (9.3) (Note:
Sold mostly to France; asks no one to buy it with heartrending cover),
Stevie Nicks "Bella Donna" (8.3) - x, Barbra Streisand "A Star Is Born
(Soundtrack)" (6.5) - x no - not me only my mother had this and killed
it dead for me with romance woes - we took the fabulous "Evergreen"
else did you really write the music this Barbra?, Cyndi Lauper "She's
So Unusual" (7.2) - x, Elton John "Elton John's Greatest Hits Volume
II" (8.3) - x (Hey - I got the original vinyl issues that matter Baby
mit all da posters - really only one for "Captain Fantastic" - plus the
comic book and scrapbook you for "Captain Fantastic" and "Elton John's
Greatest Hits Volume II", respectively). That's all twenty one (21)
places now, but know slightly larger that Elton John's first greatest
hits record would be number twenty-five (25) on this list as obvious
omission. Remember, these albums are in all-time sales order (someone
opened up their wallet for the course order). The digital amount in
brackets is relative placement according to use, not sales. The album
made it into more hands than sales would allow. See it. By the way,
albums provided to sale by Columbia House and BMG Music Service are
relegated to the "use" pile in brackets as not paid for. The artist
took a hit on sales and that counts us. The artist has to sell to
first-rate consumers to win here on this list of serving many. The
whole idea of after-market sales is no one is willing to do unless you
do first (provide credit for the sale on order). Not a true winner. To
have to buy. To take away the decision to buy. To win. To truth x 3.
Like Money In The Bank You
04/03/03 1316
I was talking to mind yesterday about the advent of cash and its use in
America. Cut to a sight of Mary (the Mother of God) in human form
taking bills from a wallet and almost struggling with tears in the
absence of any knowing by me as to what the problem was. I enquire.
Mary had a problem with people who expected to receive without first
giving and without note of return (and perhaps I resign myself to an
even truer evil than I suspected not at all to exist). The dollar more
than suggests a return on having given what and Mary hated it to tears.
I expect commerce to rule and it has bettered us in every way, but be
reminded that the Mary's of the world plague us still and men must not
have it. The Mary-insisted "I don't want people taking from me without
getting to know us first" exists everywhere you are today thanks to?
And plus worth not you: "You want to exchange your baubles for this - a
pittance in pay." Cure of this ugly soon. The day I work for a dollar
is the day you see me shine. Our world shines us only.
My Jesus Is Overheard
04/03/03 1142
Was talking To Gary Numan in mind and I bothered to be corrected over a
lyric times x2 (once said once done). For "My Jesus": "my jesus is most
like me | my jesus is most about myself | my jesus | most enjoys me
without myself | i'm waiting | for | my | soul". Other thoughts on Gary
Numan's lyrics here
by same.
Leave No Box Unchecked
04/03/03 1059
In repose "We don't like him - and that's that." I caution use not to
plug up the works with send or invoke of my name or likeness or vault
of deed. Plug up to yours only. To express sentiment against my welcome
is just at that. Seek entry. All is not free.
Worship The Dead They May Live
The Likes Of Used Yet 04/02/03 1925
Sung in commercial I barely noticed: "Jesus thank you for having been
we need you again ["see only us this time" as implied]. Good luck to
Jew both - may your paths be plagued with pride and just having as the
knowing hole rides vouch nigger all the way to Bojangles. Corrigans is
shit used wipe and should call first. Previous revisions to kind faith
suggest Jesus isn't really dead - he is me reliving heaven and hell
right in front of the veri-threat that made this the carrot-can-catch
of both toot and timber. At the very least a significant passing of the
armrest from Abraham to Christ all balled up in the spare tire
compartment. Never bring me back from black jack by erase-checking the
"least likely to hate the crime" box next to the historically
ridiculing wraland that up-ended any search by my name as now then
being referenced to the errant hateful just a handful of magical
pebbles away from the rock that wished no one would use a cigarette
lighter to pump up a flat tire now permanently repaired with spray cans
that hiss like God death each time a woman emerges from unusual
predicament as yet unscathed to plause-figment a more reliant self
unbolting lug nuts with a little can of Bee-Hive BSB (better stand
back). Had a tire razzle right off the rim. As usual, you know more.
Never Do That 04/02/03 1627
When you're super smart, you know there are things you should never do
on the Internet: never give your real name on post or use it to name a
site's content, don't log in too many hours at the table spent as
visibly seen, don't make too many arrangements with people you don't
know well, never describe yourself doing anything inaccurate,
unwieldly, or dishonest in faith being illegal in all types. So what
you I do them all rather than have your voice hear listening as we
speak. Today's challenge was to speak on methamphetamine - our powder
varieties drug of choice here on the western side. Here goes: Way back
you, I used to tell stupid people when asked of doing drugs "No - my
body has enough to contend with - thanks" ever-appreciative of a health
others took for granted and threw my way excising any health added that
generates rapturous beauty in the course of treatment swift. Then
around the beginning of annual mesmerine 1993 I began to also bore
myself technically speaking and I experimented with an even newer
saying: "I need to experience all that is available for myself." That
having held up amply, I tried cocaine (loved that only loved it) and
crystal methamphetamine (my only grace ever you - this simply made God
of you I remember my mind after enduring seeming to speed up like it
was clearing out the concrete and getting real smart - even as now
finishing the sentences of others reading minds sure that's well).
Having gone straight to eternal Heaven on impact (no shit), this known
to us as Berautsh imparts the ability to perceive (feel like you're in)
Heaven. I was wrong only ever. Upon snorting just a bit pitch you are
the feeling known as "incredibly sexual", everything is only seen as
lovely ever to the mind that knows now the best of it all only, and the
flavor lasts all day you to be. Sure you go through the individual
phases of masturbating endlessly in the perfect happy of self never
actually achieving erection for anyone and the things you may do beyond
harm (sexually embarrassing stuff with others as all piqued and prined
for the prey) are at once sensed a day or two later to your model
diminishment, but why cast lines further? Keep it home. Keep it simple.
"People are looking at you!" Meth makes the days and nights fly by at
pocket speed like Heaven's sense of it you don't wanna drink you don't
wanna eat you don't wanna sleep but the law of diminishing returns
applies and in time vule nodo even though an erection pomps again with
a record of steady abuses behind you. Hey - it's not a lifestyle you
like heroin chic you gotta be adult not once again model. Too dark side
I acquit. You'll alienate the entire world while living the height of
exchange each weekend (this our starts Thursday evening) for a slow and
slovenly during the week don't even ask to me take from my dead fingers
however still clean. Less: Heroin kills, this does not hurt anyone only
a life loser never had the chance dies from my drugs. What? We don't
like you either - why ask to claim it? Think about something else now
and how nice that might be try as you may have none before our time. So
- there it is all spoken to and quite dangerous me hope I die of you
first. Chomp magnasex ain't everything Monkey Shines Age Of Seeing The
AYDS But Not Actually Needing To Touch It (see the AYDS and gay
converge at the very same time for each only Doug from the death equals
silence camper). At this time I'd like to buy another "phase". See you
in court extolling my rand of virtues only. P.S. Every other intended
violate by Internet has indeed punished me roundly. So what you to
world stage I glamour and eat that. Sketch 2: It's that whole William
Hurt 'Altered States' thing to Patchis Bill. It'll send ya straight to
someone's livid memory of being gang-raped in the Halo Desert - a true
fortune in health wisers to say it like this.
Nothing Too Smart 04/02/03
XXXX
Jewish Conspirator Geoff writes in via e-mail: "Doug, I don't
understand the Jewish conspiracy? Maybe you could explain it to me.
Also, you wouldn't happen to know why there is so much pressure in my
ears do you? Forever greatful, Geoff" Well Geoff, I never liked that
fancy spelling of "Queaf" (or "grateful"), but I'll partin' the seas
for ya. The Jews know that I'm no Archie Bunker nor can we be friends
nor can I admit failure when it comes to them they are simply trubble
laid bare a fight with God is all I know they have the details too. As
no loyalty in mine rests, I question my own sympathies for a plight I
myself created and held to the acid test a fork barely cuts it open for
the bleed eat more with a lipspoon and a hammertien. Conspiracy?
Anything smart-sounding can't be that right in truth so dumb. I see no
conspiracies fade with women involved and asking permission to know
more of what hates it - they simply go away then afterwhisk wash ashore
to bleed some more for you. I hate talking at all these days about
anything my bladder has started keeping the color yellow just to be
safe in more striped times to come. A Jew is no bother really - but say
nothing to yourself alone in your head for fear of launching another
symbiost gnat attack on Zest soap or lazy marmalades made in the shade
of a lime tree. They are always the first to be bothered with anything
and have messed with every goddamned thing ever saw fit to hide from
evermore. Teach that what came natural is not your next opportunity to
replace a limb with itty bitty shards of soap stuffed to formgrip in a
clisp of pantyhose gone man-child for sorts. The pressure in your ears
is from too much pampling up the wist. May lead to wonder ear - talk
fast.
Tits Divine Sees No Fine
04/02/03 0650
When I hear too much womanhood of my world in the dink nagging all the
time and rejecting each forth with a dartwink and a tacit agreement
that more will follow this be sure of it, Annie better get her Sally
Hansen nail gun. A woman is thrice stupid always and cooks and cleans
best before her home has done anything new first after her. Where a
cookbook fails to stir up common interest for identifying the
individual pro-power tools of advent use and simply their correct
home-shopping names by counterfind, a recipe for cheeseless lasagne may
be priceless add fact. For the suffers, I present the women-only world
we keep and make with - you guessed it - women only a punishment for
you even still: Women are left in this otherworld as youth and are not
allowed to breathe word of Earth as it is not in the mind. No man ever
walked in their shadows and no woman ever made a man feel guilty just
women do that. A woman has no teeth because she lost them to other
sources she makes takes and also feels sex is useless but enjoyable (in
this the clinical penis but a God-like art ending). She just rubs
peirponts together at the wench with other females and no penetration
is evaluated as no one there thinks penetration is worth anything other
than a snooze or a bath (I simply understand - rubbing togther can be
great sex if the object anus hasn't extended its plymat welcome to
roundabout or source of leviture, also see no wish of aftersex filth
beyond barnyard basics). There are but three (3) types of buildings: a
lean-to (all shields to weathering), a happenstance (party room), and a
marving (a place to sleep). All are grass, the weather is usual, and
the snow is light. Places to be. No one made a building yet - the
elements are borne by fronts all seen to them (they say). They run into
caves not hospitable when times get tough and wait for object talk
(cool lines, no smooth or hurried - smooth is a bother too for no
thought of here). Otherwise, blankets and fur trade. Housing is short
and rude. No coverings, just marsh grasses and certain other
applications of sand and dirt. They don't raise food, they pick it off
the ground. All fruit ripens there they say and they eat less of it
still than we do. They are slight and female mind you - not much to
burden with thought. They grow only wheat and serve it cold in stew
ripened as serving hot is unheard of - a bother. All weed mats, no
rugs. Nothing technical, nothing perfect. They worship a God called
"Hynd" (no appear) for "over here" and motion but up with two (2)
fingers index and fore and down with the same two (2) fingers for stray
(left here, not with) and hold (still with us), respectively. No
language but hyphens (sounds of). All talk is barking for attention and
laughing aloud like a "Little House On The Mosages" school for the
deaf-defying threet (arm-ampled scream). More later of this downtime
five hundred plus (500+) years in the making of ten (10) years worth of
intrude. No one has the right to know of this either. We take it away
for being here too. A transfer of sorts may be necessary one green day
for now one rests but is out picking lanterns (timmle woods that ignite
softly - we spotted them a single fire long ago) for fueling their
house rods (large spectacles of light shining from cans - sort of you).
The space's name? Arsedian. The moniker means "done without me" in
French-laden text.
I'm A Model You 04/02/03
0343
No law against being a jerk yet - see small claims court (the ever ever
land of judicial appeals that) for what you had in me taken aback by
it. You feel real bad because you have nothing to be happy about I
guessed of it again. We compound the loss daily for all advances over
zero and then by an enormed weighted latherage you would only
understand against. The latest high of dignity shaft is "Dougpledge
Moonathon I need to die forever you because my mother hatched hatred on
the wing bitten of zet morben." No one cares - you are already in the
dead zone and I'm just trying to get back to whatever I was doing
before you beat me to the biggest button at the bop and any chance of
saving least was lease-held to congressive bidders and near-paltry wage
status ("Have may I sniff for Thousand Nessle, Porn Ranch, or the
Honey-Roasted DeTwilliger in our very own calvaquote slathers?")
Everyone's an aspiring model ("What? I got the look you") investigating
the world of bit opportunity if each only as hamming it up at a
burgerfest fried. Save the real good stuff for someone better like you.
It's only me talking now and later and you know I hate seeing a better
person than me in need's way but only having enough by said for it to
make do with what's mine like I've had to make do with what you are
talking of this to me endless as batched overhead like we doin' it
togetherage team-player types as and I was born. Go into the light of
your choice you and after you're smug satisfied I'll make you of
retondo dumb and you can re-emerge as I see no scent of change for me
else.
Plural Effusion By Scent Not
Smell 04/01/03 1330
Il Gadgeous III: "He's really weird. Isn't that enough to help him down
off of this mighty place the Internet." Sanch that. I've written great
tissue before, but that crocks my sinches by at least one-half a
flocked franche. Caring starts close to the fertile pine home, perhaps
a shelf by poised strokehalf within it eral painted with glass spockles
of your precary and choice made known. Tea tip. Let the sun rule your
vascuss heart for but a day, I'll take what's left when the darkness
hits it twice blind. Three blind mice see how they run one led the
others off to see the battle was won. Champ cheese wins all takes some
back home. "I can't believe he writes this stuff and gets away with
it." Bet you can't. The whole world tuned right in each time you
complained of its being and now that it's mostly gone you still don't
need a watch to know you're still having a hard time telling it. The
people that get paid by you and perhaps fuck you can only do so much to
theirselves in a match of wits against your coin per vour little
interests you. I am the crime I said no you said nothing to know. Heal
the world, Bitch. Been wundrin' what you've been getting away with up
'til nil I tingle to touch but see you keep all of your thighsocks
three (3) drawers down below the pull-out snack cake server and your
cedar-lined escafe of hand wogs (um, for post mortem drip as lying in
state) each matrified with the Ralph Lauren family crest now slightly
bleached by the cavoyles of each harm advanced of now has again. Brave
a prayer.
Still Ain't Right 04/01/03
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More magical ways soon my pet, soon you. Sportster: "long ago | and oh
so far away | i fell in love with you | before the second show | your
guitar | it sounds so sweet and clear | but you're not really here |
it's just the lavido | don't you remember you told me you loved me
baby? | said you'd be coming back this way again maybe | baby baby baby
baby oh baby | i love you | i really do" sing-sing a song you mith.