meant to get this up
earlier...a whole world of it undone to you 'i used to like talking until
someone told me i had to mean something
or brighten the day' i used to have no one to talk
to then i kinda shot my load connecting
with fun and how dumb first, timid...not sure you can
speak - then a terrordome of it knowing
and for sure i leave all to those who wade
in it i hate the thought fuck 'em...a king's ransom in
pluisk and fold those amazing stories so boring
in me, vesk to no fin eat at bestink onward madonna...you win, we
win...i say 'we' maybe all of the shittiest
lists in the world are within...all new to begin in me
again if so get mine 'people i'd
never fuck - types of people since to be,
used' followed by my list 'if the
world lived on your very sperm, who should
not have to say it even once and get most of it due you and with for' 'who actually eats that even
once if bald since is weak and ineffectual
or not appealing to women, runs away with them and is still a simply so
too true' moons thin they do not bald -
bald is forged in tanks of purely said to
then asks of me a fortune of karras bald is lain in camper farts and
has-beens eating loud alchys keep their hair so what
- the teardrops but and of hance fumes
command you even in death's merthy port of bitten shorm lace and ponce
d'loon wear a hat alvay to bed - see
balding there only, tuna stay sharp! sell nothing below
cost if it ain't that much to pay i'd pay to have one more
terminal hair growth for you to pick at while
i sleep it's just me with hair, you
still circling above and beyond always crapping
in self 'sorry if it's only me'
smarter than your fifth grader i
learned to cheat off others not-so-dumb and to stop trying to impress
others by touching their penis with a finger (not really...love to neil
who is this...hilariously cute) i am that...i was 'smartest boy' in
fifth grade fuck you wrote it out meself just to make sure they got it
all right names and all 'dumbest ever you'
people flatter me ever never so true...never that all-around i send in
a bully soon enough you clap dumb like a clam you do it all dances we
make them up
first poster contest i ever won 'exercise schafly' my mother did - it
all begins right there with smarts and crown that to be that dumb
smart works in a lettuce ghetto proving out thurms daily...the ol'
hellraiser box ruse only you would know this much for me to see off
so smart you fagged on me to be an outcast no one i know does that no
god will since seem with you - hearsay.
smart is cheating, fool - be that dumb - nest: the pinewood derby (of
boy scouts fame) is
supposed to be assembled with others participating all in tow not at
home where all moles grow alone!
p.s. the actor above is brian laurence mohl posing for u as tom
connelly in makeup...hi to the bri...bri and i both know that a
business has the responsibility of protecting itself from thefts
'a river runs through it'
otherwise - what are you doing? letting your fabulous friends steal
seen by other else? i love people like that - a real cherish both ways
you wouldn't steal if you had the cash, huh - like i wouldn't write
i.o.u. - sure
p.s. brian's sister is officially acknowledged as christine koshak,
chris' first wife who is finely jewish my #2 for having received and
sta'n steady..that is, is always nice to people without changes
factored in. denise still #1.
p.p.s. superlatives or votes by classmates: after fifth grade accolades
(just our classroom it would seem i lost one nominate to the 'most
helpful boy' ?) eighth grade rang in 'most studious' and 'most likely
to succeed' i gave that last one away to another runner up last entry
as editor of yearbook and having secured all my way...high school saw
me get my ass kicked...fair/unfair thanks to all who remember me...keep cheating no care be
mine, be with...we'll understand and after all. remember, no one lights
up when i enter a room a river runs through it you set me free this way.
no intro by me, no gift toward shortening lengths be frank be pit be
since seem a faulkner (sees cares from you hates it personally - a
wife) is me having flown having shat eat dints aworm be
frank you with me daily you fin and decline me so what wince in it.
so much to know you'd die off having no thought of try - you did poop
right down it admit that false memory is: you remember or you don't you
don't no one was there in your room with a dart penis and 2000 flushes
pouring me a shit-free barnyard and purely aniss-environmental peedome
wassis. someone's mother would break that pantie right up.
[END HESSIAN HERE]
Alisha "All Night Passion" from her debut studio days, 1987 or so if
Jewish girl who would be Madonna (and had she not rejected the saviour
in teletype). Alisha news
If of the captioned twelve percent (12%) returning an Alisha song
("...and so, me?"), may we suggest E.G. Daily and "Say It Say It"
(additionally noting Madonna accomplice Stephen Bray)?
See my latest e-mail to mom for
what's today received entitled "(Are You In Jail - Maybe I'm Wrong
You'll Know All Now And Yes About AIDS Too So Gross! But Not So Fast To
The Tombcat Nets Again And Again Were You Ever Envy-Driven To Foulb But
Sees Us Same?) Dear Mouphart, Dear Bra, Dear God-Lick, Dear Halfway
Thru I Realized Nothing Threaded Out (But What If One Actually Shows Up
I'd Die Of Conception I'm Gross Now After Days Anyway Slice - Wait Day
Two No Shame Ever That's Not My Ass Clock Counting Me Out Come See It
Bitch Not Really Burning Shitsky Skin Back Down Now But Come In Nigger
My Only Black Maid):
"Is that it - $100? Geez, you really
must be strapped - was expecting about $300 but there it is better than
nothing (close). Did someone tell you I just paid our dealer $500 in
arrears for our powders what keep me alive and stable when no one
provides anything but basic daily eats and an affinity for gray pubic
hair? No matter who tattles or starves to death who cares, no one comes
around much and this needs to be supported until no more seen and a
bombing to the death ensues I'm sure you'll see. A whole state of
niggers and the French who depart sad gays to die of cancer is Ethiopia
they call us I don't hafta be nice I'm smart and choose it as cheaps
anyway you fuck yours in. Rather than fuck yourself opening weekly
paycheck-sexquerades and shooting the obvious winners to death every
day after they kill you personally and alone.
If I actually fuck anyone at all
here or there, we'll talk more (white ages then decays to be you a
graven image but can make an effort to avoid disrespects of blown hairs
given or think about how it took me years to see you clearly enough to
say anything more...why me? You?) Send love next time it hurts -
threats pay for this still is worth nothing like them but I'll take it. I have none. You neither but wait see.
Thanks. US: See you out and about,
Niggerlovers. Me tomb. Thanks to the anglo-Jews (sort: three guys all
attractive, about three girls - who can count? the present loose and
charm-filled) in the jacuzzi the
other night (a bonus! sweepstakes entry it seemed poot! for one right
off-put entropy said their way blame it all on empathy you turd peeler
I fixed the jacuzzi by my command alone paid for and can move the pool
enough with my mind to call the police in for mandor vandalism - you'll
fuckin' freak again) a half-boner and married pigs still pay for my
croms I reveal nothing but well. I sipped a drink left by a girl to
suggest fair play if I'm really that dry and the fucking thing was a
red douche! I tried to play along anyway before and it said and you
should note SARS "still AIDS really, same". Like shit isn't better said
and preferred in my hole as yours made me to say it once alone. "Live
thru this that's my wife, if you'll once be the beggar and look again
to note my scabs are not the actual lesions she sees to you we're on
the mend with yours heading up on to it says again."
P.S. We get a teenager or six
quarters of meth (no one need apply - we'll take it for now, then) for
one hundred twenty dollars or $20 a baggie all night passion alone and
without need (we each see three weekly at worst and each alone but
separate and happy enough - no flucks - he the test or "control" value
- all the sames in, one wonders aloud at my scale but one potch over
the pock sez me). The price now goes up for tattling and home invasion
type beggar-of-liberty laws shouldn't cost me any as someone big enough
to shut all of it down forever with sex and you have that already naked
blacks sucking each other off in white behelden graves simply square
and no furnish join ya later black-at-about-town - see my other
blessings you dumb Jesus bitch - from: a world-wide Jew in the one true
jewish state-nation...love, me) but who cares it's your money we always
do this anyway. Be the one who tells wisely and afound, not finds out
more about after at Hotmail retentions and read alone. Never for
me...three sex partners your whole life paid me for that $100 wish by
you living above but without blacks (one is noted near anyhow and saved
for cancer its research paid me well after caring for my mother never
once bald but fucked by a fine Barbados-looking blackman in a
wheelchair and that pays me to see blankets rings missing to their
homes). Fuck 'em I'd say but why you - is your ass rubberized and
privately sunned too?
Who cares...the damage is done and
reading just now. To react sharply is to be me: infallable, and never
once used for your own sex. Never have, I mean. Enforce your clause
against seemingly said one. Jail one you should be a cunt-beggar for
pay and plastics. Lonely."
New for you only I'm still staying around the thought: I don't want gay pride this year,
Bitches since May 20th or so a thought levered to you in silent already
you flax actors just some fucks and sucks at a fuckin' sewer of
plasteege and redump this. I'm not a producer of
for less paid them over to there again no blood-boogers in my metal
hangers gliding out matted skatches you bedimpled nigger and elfin tit
hamper. Maybe I'm serious you poor cheese cunts. No party for poor bald
bitches with moles and sustioperouiss? Better not say any for me? 2007
take it downtown fuck you with that anyway why say it with you you dumb
cheese fucks. Eat yours again. A gay should hurt your feelings with
beauty and love you died of trying me out for a change and long ago
wishes me a buckle of zits. They are mine forever popping in my hot
mouth and you still needed to be here why me to see you out there. Who
eats more pound-per-pound of their shit chosen by me still? Me - and
most is just shat out by my family you re-bebalded eagle framp spraying
piss on your head just if and to be sure and even if it smells like
piss you know it just may be yours.
A woman? Why have it to be that seeming but again with u only u? I'll
care for that like this but less if I find it any some while there.
They save and I hate that frowning me having more to leave. Anyone
higher thinking thought got a knife in their face long ago. Think
again, Bitch I'll handle my own cares to change a heart helven. Thanks
everyone...you got it too, but I say in "that fashion" or "just for me"
should I see more but over there same made as said it is made. A Gap
shirt on you is that. I have some of them but older or newer whose is
this anyway the jeans from the UCLA student store still make my ass
millions better than Beverly Center wishful fathouse cunts eat with a
gerbils tip at it a pound only and it thanks me off your preferred
customer is me after all no secrets when all just as failed, and fucked
out. I'd fuck me I'm sure of it but moles? No franks I'd put my
cigarette out on your face, sure.
Add it all up $4.38 plus tits...is this from my own sweaty tits milm
pu? Dear Jesus - you lived this bad? Why die? I'll leave you to piss
yourself off in an art deco palace of duro-flame you fuckin curtain bra
of egg-laying houseflies larching all over the same two pilbs expressed
best in slowed-down Polish nephraims "bull-by-ah
borr-day-you-bupp-bubb". I never put any cum of mine in any one family
or office now serving I know it's gross but it got yours so good I'm
sure I've got mine and from you it cares for me in me still! Even jail
won't make me see you with it having mine. Slurp! Memories you burp
bill blass like courgers in and of my mine as Elton may have sucked off
hides and harmphs since me singing it all down throat farting at my
money's many moods a fool in black type but lourds in albums outfolded
ours only all baby love you cum but to beg me to play while editing
down money it matters only over all a gay is god off his nuts with
franks and largo-biggers franging me fold shim ouff bupp bubb.
"Walk much?" - a woman whose son worries about being brown - whaddaya
mean? Look - it's right there. "Polish." They got all of mine - is that
still any good to you? Meth has come a long way from HAIDS, but quite
frankly, I'm all out of humours having flown all night down and around
hound. "What does it mean when someone you obviously like by appearing
in Calvin Klein undewear brief 38 loob opens a door and farts at you?"
Flori-positive only. In such single intimacies are not traded they are
kept well. "You don't get to smell my farts, Bitch." - dM who adds
"[is] drug talk" + "i fucked your girlfriend, you know" and you still
hadda ask to see if ever true. That's me - I already and simply said it
now I effort to have and shoot the any ones who walk away with some or
none at all said. Shoot to be me so bled.
Final: My single acid test to reveal and is to say "Look, Fool - I ate
everything I ever thought I wanted forever and had tons of bad habits
as if made outwardly sane and I'm acting out still at nearly
forty-three years old." It matters to me. See? No cheese under my tits
- and I had all I wanted and still I'd want one of me each made to me.
Make one more of me each and it shouldn't ever matter to me again. But
a fucking flying insect that stings like a bee or wasp does? All of
magno-electrocution for having met at that little piece of shit even if
a tiny foodmaker? Someone's gonna get it up in the ass in mere maths
made me women do this too. Sting her ass all over daily but I hate that
for the extras in my meaning. She'll get hers all over the map while
you feel and I bitch. She bleeds for me the blackest hate is hers made
you. She is dying for me still no more disgusting is life made with
these dead in graves all send me in everyhow my mother is done.
Neither To See Nor Hear From Me Up-Squelch 06/05/07 0419: The "hoary" June 2007 lepage mebly
titled "Kinder, Benign: No Sorts Of Strata Sevary" starts at June 6 so
hold it in your own. Retitles wreck the first part "Cattle Green"
laundry soap and spetsing with harmed ovals of clintworth-in-skatchford
pribe desmints. Broorf! Forgive any trance naked stuff if too
touchy-feely but see how we love and play it said beware! How best to
hurt as ourselves gone as and gone by again? Nude sketch agin.
"Untrained New Stuff We Learned At College" a harbor of it be it a new
thread: In a humanities-type sociology class for "management" calls
from the "informal leader" - simply, the one you hafta reckon with even
though not actually a salary or paid title or public office by official
election. You know, the one guy who sits in the prison ordinance office
redeeming morale in the cellblock sportshop. "You need to have a flame
for it, so to speak. No underwear or panties will get knowing stares
back at with ropes around the bafflers neck." - The informal-type
leader from his web-skin tent under the collage entitled "more or less
dade...tee hee hee hee". "We called the gaffney and he said if all is
well - and to take the motherfucker back down and I'll hafta scream it
all off again-on again if you're not really a queer and I'm here
bathing without one on." - Signed "KLee". Hides in closet while others
question a harmless naysayor about you if behind your back. "She should
go fuck herself twice then once more for fisking it up after it left
me. I stole her only blouse over there too and seen it since wouldn't
say. She has no clue either you'd say if bra tried on the glue it harms
me with. Fucks as a branch up her neck - warts in their hoferly ate it
A recent dream of travel out into
God-type of outer space and its old home we see a long dark hall
heading south has most-notably a Roman palazzo or open air on the
right side you could fly down into and be in a right-running hallway
with vases and tables a maid cleans to order still. Back out and
overhead and outermore to be central a huge television planet-sphere
shows all current news and cable-taped programs playing world-wise on
huge screens or facets with the viewer floating around it in a
largely-dark area setting. No natural daylights - darkish, like rainy
days. All I can remember is here in print. Last night in my
hot of jacuzzi on roof, human-like male nymphs (heads with body, white
of skins) whirled around like fish under the surface of the water at
full size no less! Loved the legs be it touching and yes, fully opaque
were the clears of skin near the surface. Cool man! "You are dying."
Let always, and not mine at said. Dying is mine to relay and pisses
people off for the one-sided nature 'no one cared' then pop ! goes the
weasel I'd say it matters to a human family-type keeps beggars within
entitlements. My one sheer point: to upgrade your arts thoughts of
stuff - we have better you see it. TV orb: Never in languages, is in my
head. I understand nothing I hear it translate...like right here. I'm
not too big for people, I don't want change to the size fourteen (14)
times down. I have people in me too...much more agreeable. Here, I try
and get others to sit in my home theater of sorts in my head to see
what I see and react with harshly what's different? Closes from time to
time. New: The Wyndham Bel Age (only our love will remain) Hotel is
closed now permanently no matter what they say 'renovations' thanks for
the job as applied no message - sold to franks or the government. All
haunted by clause and you go. You can't live that threat you'll see
nothing crawling in the dark seeming being grabbed in ways I cannot
describe to you a hell of it you can do nothing but be again for it.
Your heart aseem.
Enters the exit sign reversed outward and someone will be...my mother
hates this calendar cat talk so be: "A Necessary Recap Of Early
DOUGMOON.GUAM Morays - Or 'How Much Will I Know?' As Neither Have Sent".
These weren't easy to format, you know. Take in:
I was born and you
I died and you were not
You find your place somewhere between here
When all is done,
I will be and you cannot
If I make you be before
isn't it better than having not
been at all?
People make people live.
People make people die.
When you give someone life,
you also give them death.
Neither is what you think.
When people stop hurting
I'll stop handling your
I'll never stop handling
When all is said and done,
all will be said and done.
Nothing will remain.
Three people in one
There is only one God.
I earned the right
to be God when I was born into
No one was
here when I was born.
No one will be there
when I die.
Therefore, the universe is not
governed by anyone but me.
No one eats at my table
without bringing something
You will be permitted to
just not at my table.
The universe is my
Three people in one God?
Three persons in one
A person doesn't need to
all of the time.
Three persons in one
does not mean
I am a committee.
I am not a committee.
I am God.
No one eats anything
I am the only substance
in the world.
When you die, you leave
the world but you don't leave me.
You take me with you.
No one hates Jews more
No one hates people more
Jews don't like like
because people don't like Jews?
Jews don't like people
Jews don't like people.
( End the entire of brode recaps right here and then it would say
for it and now. For it to be so fool...to fool again. )
Doug Moon trivia: What word did Doug
misspell to lose the second-grade spelling bee from position #2?
N-U-R-S-E. Meow. Still
waiting for that cash from Mom....noting at fifth grade I still
couldn't read the word "determined". Who's who notes me still.
Celebrity? Your name goes into Yahoo! twice and comes up once well
enough as you made.
"My royalty [for singing] was as
low as six cents [per record sold with me on it. Some were mine]." -
"Any less than twelve cents per
record is royalty - not pay. Pay is you and me. That's you and them -
not me." - Elton John and per se
"The thing is, this is what I'm
supposed to have negotiated but on my own. Then, and ironically, you
speak it." - dM who adds "I don't want you, really."
they have a gold record at my
payday advance check cashing place on sunset sunset
menendez shot by her sons works there - real cute
sure, near mcdonald's on laurel
"If the only difference between
bread and glue is an egg..." - dM or other made
usually but a buck a loaf anyway...
Huh? How to make French bread
original? Two (2) cups of all-purpose flour no yeast and the equivalent
at half (1) of egg whites no yolks (these require a yeast or grass be
made in it). Roll all together and add a pinch a salt. Water to taste
and yield. The flour mixture must roll with the seconds of a clock or
one (1) turn over per minute in a basket weave of metal or lathe or pot
then. Sixty (60) minutes should do the trick oven-baked. Do not rush
this I'll help. Is Abraham's favorite "I hate yolks. They were made for
bird and bill...so there." So there. Suntan oil? Should be all Crisco regular with half-water shaken
in it. I like Hawaiian Tropic
myself (for expensive coconut of smell) and Coppertone mostly. Bain du Soleil is ours yet too.
Roseanne is set to replace Rosie on "The View"
and had begun already. "Even more fights now" says my cousin. "It's all
about money - and it's not mine even" says Roseanne. Both her and Rosie
play the part open to Whoopie Goldberg and other be yet...no one
leaves, they just won't pay.
Last night someone playful was
biting through my blanket forcefully as if really here - like a vampire
I fear however no fangs. One of my unseen friends did it...while I
slept some blanket over head to chill out. No, I was awake mostly
Barbra's new record "Live In Concert 2006" - a very clarity itself -
good...interrupting "Evergreen" for chat
about how she wrote it herself.
Wednesday, May 30, 2007 1533: At
iTunes, notice the new version of 7.2 iTunes Plus is greeted
with Paul McCartney's
"Wingspan" edition all their hits Paul McCartney & Wings (my
favorite is "Jet" for many layers my uncle Paul sings these
with backup and a gun to his head while a guy named Jester performs
them live without Judy Eastman Gilliland who died - her sister Meredith
does it all...) - the number one darling-babydoll of adult contemporary
is now here. Links are not ready enough though for us. However, I put
on my 3-D glasses saved as such from NBC's prime-time show "Medium"
both the Wingspan cover and Segway's
3-D tour - neither of affording as
such said and basically said....more later. P.S. Who was Beatles (and
Rolling Stones) manager Brian Epstein? Brian Mohl. Died 1952...early
on. Back to you Kingwood,
Poo-poo! "DRM"-free music?
Doug-Reduced Music? Are our comments fudging you? Sell 'em yourself
after declare - we'll talk about someone else. But seriously, we all
hate comment on our work, but a revise or note made of some sort
required explanation, I guess. The revise is why and how 'you' would be
notable for any one record as above others presented, etc. Kids talk
about their faves and we see why you with little notes placed on record
store shelves (good luck getting read or getting interest for writings
- Tower's were cute with sales people writing them on yellow cards with
black felt pens - keep 'em brief, no one cares about music anyway no
one buys much I see but with plenty left to say "I hate her one
eye...") We stop you from being cold and impersonal seeking my wealths
or then it's simply no bother to let you sit by gathering dust the
actual "D" in "DRM". Friends of friends is business, not selling for
bits more than you paid to assemble with-for. For bits less this
conversation. I hate your dumb notes too, but better than paying a
fast-acting conglomerate (congo blacks made to be as yours...sure...see
my new idea for a porno magazine featuring black males in their studio
prime - I'm gonna call it "Grape") that know or pay no one you know but
"taxes". I make everything
new come to me I hardly sample all the foodjunk available
with...consider the fortune. P.S. I apologize to all for having made
you money and black...the sincerest apology is yours. One more thing - you buy first before commenting to
me, Bitch. Maybe you too iTunes? You give me $0.99 for this
before you speak it out here. Otherwise, your own little site with
MP3's about nothing paid. Suggested track listing is below my comment
sales are a few.
Say no more here - no one
asked you anything, thanks. Yes, I bought this CD at retail I
swear it...love the mix.
1. Another Day 2. Silly Love Songs 3. Live And Let Die 4. Junior's Farm 5. With A Little Luck 6. Band On The Run 7. Uncle Albert/Admiral Halsey 8. Hi Hi Hi 9. Let 'Em In 10. My Love 11. Jet 12. Mull Of Kintyre
Cocteau Twins "Know Who You Are At Every Age" from 1993's
"Four-Calendar Cafe" ! New from catalog series!
my senses are addicted to a desperate desire to observe such feel such behave such neglect is hard for me
i'm not real and i deny i won't heal unless i cry i can't grieve so i won't grow i won't heal 'til i let it go
cry cry cry 'til you know why i lost myself identify
Cocteau Twins "Serpentskirt" from 1995's "Milk & Kisses" LP if also
do "Violaine" and "Eperdu"...
Finally, the return of "Primitive Heart" from the b-side comp
"Lullabies To Violaine, Volume 2" EP 2005. What about "Mud And Dark" from the "Evangeline" EP (1993)?
echo fell in love with the
handsome narcissus narcissus strongly to her liking,
it was the nearest to perfection is anyone here, here, here, come,
come, i will beckon before I give you power over me, i
give you power over me and that remains her fate, always
her voice in vain and that remains her fate, always
her voice echoes still repeating only what others
have said narcissus we both are ugly for i dreamt for him to find, hold
a lovely face in the reflected image construed by the futile, befallen
to have his affection it turned her so so slowly wasted i know you didn't come to me to
lay here and that remains her fate, always
her voice in vain and that remains her fate, always
her voice echoes still repeating only what others
have said and after that she hoped to come
as he said he's found it funny they all want
to piss on her and she repeated the same words to
them and echo's flesh has always start
all again and she bows down to starve to
death oh, but she isn't thinking this
before sinking is anyone here, here, here, come,
come I will die before I give you power over me, I
give you power over me
PRAY THIS WEEK MAY IT END!
HAPPY MEMORIALS DAY 05/28/07 ALLENTOWN, NJ
08501 ! The view is from "Green Acres" on the pond Allentown across
roaded bridge to the Old Mill at side-back.
CHRIS MOON'S BIRTHDAY YESTERDAY
05/27/07 MADE ME STILL...35 PICKLES IN THE BARREL
"Ain't nuthin a ride on a
snowmobile or jet-ski can't fix." - dM...it fixed my sister's marriage
the jet-ski - and within six (6) months' time
David Bowie "Loving The
Alien" from 1984's "Tonight" LP do "Blue Jean"
too...also "John, I'm Only Dancing" from the assouged "ChangesOneBowie" LP a
hits of sorts from 1976! A very siamese and with petty screams as
though being goosed...a la George Michael.
or alive 'i'll save you all my
kisses' from 'mad, bad and dangerous to know' 1986...newer some scope
Dead Or Alive "I'll Save You All My Kisses" from the "Mad, Bad And Dangerous to Know"
LP 1986...all my intimate kisses are what it might takes to sexdrive
you away when complaining about any distance between us. Otherwise,
I'll be all about yours...a great tune any way you take it up with me.
Madonna "Why It's So Hard" to cover this well (see Dead Or Alive's
new EP "Even Better Than The Real Thing" 2007 for the cover plus title
plus else) from 1992's "Erotica" LP
all high out of my mind. Still in my "Secret Garden" a heart that will
not harden a rose without a thorn.
you get these softly to ease the
bake-off bewteen man and what's merely woven once clean...be taut in
the part that pays pelts off the fats that shed capes in corner lots
off broadway not just offering it to be as you stay
loves number 2...no redress ever simply as said
Thanks for the any support again - don't bust your ass delivering calm
I'll keep suggesting to some on the way soon. That list of to-do-dads
is hideous - you must get tired of hearing about others getting this
and that. Fuck 'em - it's good to be poorly addressed but I wish I
could give a gift better. Nothing yet be yours soon...Christmas was
damned embarrassing no matter how little could have mattered any much
(those sunspoiled suits - however elegant Brazil '66 - at Burlington
Coat Factory are from the presumed re-dead - mine is Chris Ondy's seems
awaiting me purchase - rock on! got the undies and anal-strength
stoulper glue?) Cherish (as opposed to what's "concerned" and "fulsom"
or never asked for once but seen) blacks have your mother's wearing
made daily in sun since once risen the self had. No note too sure of
her births made me.
Good news! Just got my very first titty check from iTunes at $4.38
maybe yes testing the sharp waters for radon tooth. I'll be here to
receive further bras, but maybe this will help me out of the biggles
soon enough. To the tip of it be knelt![Error made then: What? That
first payment is eighty songs plus seven
(87) or more! The first week plus little some. Twenty (20) for a dollar
Sends self flowers soon...I'll hate them whenever they pay whatever
what's won simply among all them beads balking.
>From: "Geri Moon" <email@example.com>
>To: "Doug Moon" <firstname.lastname@example.org>
>Subject: Re: Thanks $20
>Date: Sat, 26 May 2007 13:54:13 -0400
>I try to do what I can. It's a lot different with a fixed
>I am doing nothing for Chris as he is finally getting ahead.
>is still here and has to move out because I feel he has to move on
>in the adult world. He makes a lot of money even tho half
>child support x2. Zach is graduating on June 18 and
>Mercer Co. Comm. College to take courses in criminal justice. Ricky
>turned 10 a few weeks ago. Skyler has her first dance recital
>month also. Looking forward to the beach house for 2 weeks in
> Went to Belmar yesterday. Eddie and I go there for our
>to the beach. Less congested than Pt. Pleasant and we got
>beach passes for $15 per person rather than $70 at Pt.
>Hang in there. Love Momma
>----- Original Message ----- From: "Doug Moon"
>Sent: Tuesday, May 22, 2007 8:49 PM
>Subject: Thanks $20
>>Thanks again for the extra $20 --- if you're feeling rich
>>please send me more. Bitches at me daily (help keep it just
>>dumb). Chris is draining you too? Sorry 'bout that.
End that to me. My mothers
grathers $150 a month to my roommate Terry each mid-month for
additional support of hampers and be drama-mean only. We take it such
to be greedily I make inside it meaning like bankers hate to be
offering them notes ("...but if I paid you that I wouldn't make
anything - I'd be niggers in the morning baking cheese crisps for the
columbus society at-large - 'no four-cheese parts, please. No further
of cheeses you just made. Buy them bigger once again once off the poll
they leave for them at your home baking school-amending society, as
at-first you call it.") Plus bepoint: No matter how little to be made
frank, I never have enough for the empire sent me to be airing, and
anyway, you may see how it very well goes down all-to-be-potent with
thanks again made of good-to-be third sense. If: A 'third wheel' as
extra-to-be-note mentioned just now is: on the back of a two-seater
bike somewhat eleganted as to be the wind as rewinds you to seem and
inside. Forward and backwards left to right, see just one side of the
three in-line mebub chandlers get the parskened active worn, the other
up to just no good an else as others may have rehad. The ride back is
simply smoother somehow overting it once since be this offing. One met
other? A capstan such from motor at a fastest re-read drives a large
slowing-it-down gear to distribute less work per motor turn to a
smaller-be-yet gear that adjusts easily and enough if somewhat an
off-nut to be the sip and per spin-per-moment required at little to no
further upper have burden. Huh? Another wheel would do no turn extra,
and that be bid it had just well. Have it generate a reversing
mite-might at any length to else if just some should be as quickly
seved and just as unmade. A wig wearer caught off-stairs by an endless
part-loop tight-scayed mightier mitt.
enter same...be less for this it
is me too have no heart - we enter misk and
be it alone...that summons the half-heart homed
What? Quotes by famous men on
Richard Nixon: "Should be restricted - it weathered me."
Magician Doug Henning: "My best trick yet. Doesn't fail me ever."
Doug Moon et al "If you don't, I'll make you." In the car too.
Stephen Sondheim: "Every day whether you're here, or I'm here with you."
Tom Cruise: "Never with you." Dougs adds "I don't get it - I hafta do
this and you're here."
My father: "Never for you."
My maternal grandfather: "Never if you're alone." He likes to treat
himself to you, it seems.
Andy Kirbee or Nelson Rockefeller: "Should be the law - you'd be caged
in for it again."
Andy Griffith et al: "Opens doors no one will ever close again. Not to
Doug Moon, again: "You never had it so good." + "It's all in me - and
then there's you, a reality check." + "I know it wasn't you when we
meet on the street and you have no questions at all."
French TaSauro a female impersonator: "'Round and 'round we go -
where it stops [when we talk], you go home to yours then."
Forrest Whittaker: "I ain't masturbated never. Why? Only you know."
Soon - the Kinsey scale (a common gay
reference when feeling for others gay or delivering a man to a man
for enjoyment at norms - who else would care? has changed from early
'abnormal' psychology books 1-10, I believe, for not being able to
quote much outwardly at succinct or money - some inspire hardly, other
bargain the bank or require care too much it seems...a she heard "he's
against gays"...no, he's against burdens or purely shitbags placed
while others share no joy ever...abnormal of note is not
thought of by others richly or at all then...deviant falls outside of
what people think they expect of you a girl a boy? no - kids not made
as if budget (really, deviant will not describe theirselves to you in
ways that are meaningful or can be used faithfully - if so, then? adds
'wayward' does not do what they are told to do well or enough
for behaviors or you on your own and against is capped neatly like in a
budget..."no more than five percent 5%" over our projections or plans
then nothing more made me or a ( ( ( BELL ) ) ) goes off with-for the
monies being made...you may fall within our tolerances it said but be
deviant at once all...no one cares for yet, is burden itself...a woman
another such burden to pride or
cheap says no money adds "you lost everything [going past six]"
trying to stay out of norms...no, you don't get satisfactions like I do
and wouldn't have spoken it ever should you have it see - why budget
it? your tolerances for me so low...and no money made yet..."what can I
have safely within your monies made me?" is real yet for doctors,
lawyers...accountants, sure - be me no shame) for real we have it 1-10+
a blessing only:
-: Opens their mail, hates the day. Is never available for sex or
other. Has bills and bills and bills to pay. Is so straight (to the
bank), they could die of it.
1: Talks like they listen to you. Never listens - never hears either.
Will not be, will not stay around once heard.
2: Opens the door and laughs at you. Is not real for theirselves each
either. Elves, as elven (no sex, hates it as "eats at dinner...we have
everything already, wants to fuck me"). Will not speak of same with you
3: Opens the door proudly - wants you to see them first. A school marm
or hurt soldier of fortune for selves still working on it.
4: Breaks records or labels on people - no one who will be gay.
5: Listens least, will be either for you.
6: Opens packages too soon - is this, but will not stay with you.
7: Stays with you, lives with you. I'm here. Crown as the rawest gay to
be ever is seven "opus" or opening presents. Never leaves gay ever as
youth fulfilling itself. Very mean to you also - people hate it by them.
8: Opens the day with a bang. Is least liked here - too robust.
9: Women like me, I like them. I like them better. Is gay - me
sometimes often. Note: Is not about women and orgasms pulling you down
and also with fits, is about their colors. They are true, mostly, we
are willing off some.
10: Lives on others always. Is their beggar too often.
+: Won't have babies. Is theirs somehow doing odd jobs.
Um, is the kindnesses (seeks safe) scale - has no bother for me. Thanks
Alfred Kinsey a philanthropy from France helping others hurt less.
Is not for describing self as assured "I'm a ten for you" as
joking....is for describing "no problems with" to money and money
held noting money as 'thank you's' from people at-large dying of sense
You'll stay, alright. "You don't choose nothing with people, Doug -
they choose you."
From what's available, that is. And If. And as if and. If and.
i just love the comforts extended
me by you...some seriously we went love it some...enter light
Stevie Wonder "That Girl" hadda
Hall & Oates "I Can't Go For
(No Can Do)" adds
"One On One" and "Method Of Modern Love" as get alongs.
sexy? "involves you"
Amending last month's compile at 05/22/07 1933, we also get as
"assault" subscriptions both "Food
& Wine" and "Travel
+ Leisure" in our domicile and as nearly free to me at once
canceling "People" for newer billings at $28+ please we are cheap with
nudities that try and pay us you are not the 80's. See the latest "Out Magazine"
(June 2007)? I loved its feature "Equus" he's real. He killed his
mother for God (by choking her to death with a reddish towel device in
their 19th century apartment in NYC, June 1973 - very wealthy - says he
to her "you are an abastein [or lonely child of death ostensibly after
hurting people now to making amends, etc. - ruined our lives]") and
asked to be forgiven (no - never to me will you be you live in HELL).
She strayed them both one day announcing blacks 'king' to 'France',
Francos everywhere...lots. Hi and thanks. "You're really into
masturbation [um, keeping yours while thinking about you entombed by
shrouds] - we are lots too." Yeah, the silent killer...the 'quality
assurance' department here inside. Q: "Does a woman lie around looking
at her hairy legs?" Maybe. A: "No, her breasts" says her above.
Secondary sex characteristics do confirm the tone - bones-hair-teeth.
Role playing against youth and women at-large or egg weighers? Wears the right
suit - no problem until seem bits, bytes off. Pop the top...no blower
lids as already working too hard and at you heard seeming.
Notes the above for 'recent'
decease (um, "almost six years ago"...January 2, 2000 as six full years
down anyway...heart attack on "longview" pills) Jerry Falwell (I don't
think much, I don't know much personally - no cliff notes, please):
"Nobody knows this person is real and died speaking in tongues [singing
their way] to women who hate faggots period, like I do. I hate faggots
for ruining every life I ever made you as clean and borrowed from. The
math here excludes your countings what derriere - spell that again.
Jerry Falwell is neither friend nor foe, but is my team. Thanks for
playing." Team? Eighteen percent (18% +) then there's Have To Know
Anyway-types as good making me everywhere at ten percent (10%) - no
other as noted. "Angels among us"? Thirteen percent (13%) honor God
Great works addendum: "Replaced
China with Japan who are better for us ["they're kinder" he says]."
Please, kindness is perceived as a reduced stature, usually. Your bond
ratings drop and all. Friends are inappropriate at national levels I'd
hafta hassle you. To wife
as favor: "Buy nothing new for six months. Promise me that." - From
"Jerry" or Tom
That little British girl who is missing fell off a boat outside of
Italy and was eaten by sharks while still alive ("while I sat by" it
says to me)...too bad. Six (6) weeks ago...is not real ever. We stopped
making babies real and the dead fake them (always they do look weird -
hurt them not)...for claims, etc. Believing me isn't cheap. This girl
Terelsie says "We make havoc and you make havoc. Ours isn't real.
Thanks." Scary little bitch is his mother really.
Retard of 05/22/07: "We don't
like you making up stories [about hardships and deaths for us] - a
fool." Yeah, like I'm a piece of shit. 1) I lived better than you,
consider myself out of your range always and prove it to you if as
could. There's always time to know who you are made me less plus notes I never put my cock in anything
like you by choice and always had a choice for me. 2) No one
cares more than me - I get hardly a care like you mattered or could
matter somehow. All is left to remain and without you - get to the
facts life needs no one to me. 3) Yours - your choices among and
without me having or saying - play out daily like film against the
truth what people keep and are able to claim with you. There is little truth but
much looking your way. Will you deny another's hurt? That insurance
companies have extra money for claims and want to choose well but prove
nothing to you? That sex you've had isn't real and that others
won't hurt you bad for it? No
one thinks this is heaven, but I'll damned if anything is as you
describe with hurts and being left to hurt. You hurt yourself. Leave me
to be with this a dump of not having and not having to know a shark bit
her ass is bad faith issue and no one here pays to improve that we have
winners (thinking better, being better for it should it come to be -
being a victim is always near and hardly worth mentioning you but pay)
and better breedings here. No one does what I do for you ever, yet my
roommate reminds me with threats of leaving me high and dry to work
another deal with else and else had (being forced out opens the beauty
too, but as unnecessarily scared for whites breeding reliable and calm
- and as others breed a type of catharsis for not hurting me again)
that you are here every day making me miserable with your junky
thoughts of bread eaten and although that's key to my win of being
cruel and a handsome buy to others, I still ask others outlying to come
here from entreat and as all is their way in happinesses extended, to
hurt you in the way you perceive the world you are junk this is junk.
Junk. But please, change nothing I'll die of bites without you in some
remote my win again somehow. Somehow just me then you too. I'll suffer
the wanton ways of it to you.
"Everything here is good only - and to be fooled by that
me out." - dM
patron saint of masturbation at national levels, jocelyn elders xo
discipline is a loser...mind don't matter for much
mess with sex you lose some know-how
then, silent and abeyant for having bothered with u
never be the bother...bring yours gift
or else...to be, just to be, just be
is that me? hard-lee...we use words like 'intrepid' the kinsey scale
1-10, 10 is best of looks
one is the only one who will admit to the major labian saffora or
platen duct type
two thinks the umbre scrotum covered with miniscule exit-entry
papillomas or virat harlogees emper
seven denies straights are just kidding us - they are simply without a
tinfle of hask or then naturo-musk
"the penis needs to be cut off" so nuts it did hafta happen - if you
had one, you'd never fear de-horning...even diseased skaggs have it
pushed up in their butt with coffee stits they never come off we stake
"we use words like drugs"...you can't afford it legs all spread in the
public septor again the visitor's lounge! "harmless" seven years it
would still itch.
"M*sturbation is key. Don't be the first one to reject your
always as an asking for compliments." - dM who sees nothing
it, you'll always be just another bother to me, if only me, then (p.s.
you were great! not one word off...your mother loved it all up like
dogs eat fist under it flabb)
"If you don't enjoy yourself, you are certainly going to be a who's-who
among freaks. Selfish people are made by pieces of me...then there's
nature's numbers 'take two - nothin's good nuthin's real neither'..." -
"Someone said 'men don't want the comparison of penises on-screen...'
yours at-home may be even smaller than that it said. I'm still reeling
over tits yours are so big to me and you haven't even paid for them
yet." - dM who hates seeing your dopey sex stuff you are that too so
scary but we have ultra-massive stink what makes all so real! On-screen
I'd be small. Real small...however, still is external.
"Thirteen. Perfectly is, normal." - dM who loved the tub
at and of course, and what watery grave, sans
"I can't believe we have to
watch this crap [someone profiting handsomely it seems]." Should be
shot in the mouth be sure out back - the right people, the right time.
Any profits in life come from devoting to others and their knowledges
first while you speak of me off-hand. Everybody wants to be a
millionaire, christ, the first woman to ever have and know, etc., like
freaks. I'm trying to stay me while you die off of being that way so
detouch. Change nothing, thank you very much. Somehow you'll get cared
for without being in-charge unless you run from the gun keep thinking.
P.S. I wouldn't let my own mother get rich it sends the wrong message
to people who out-did out-fucked out-cleaned out-manouevered out-spoke
out-danced out-stole and out-did you handily. Why you? Oh. What is
rich? You own everything and pay for others. You
never fear your bills.
You also have extras of everything you love just in-case someone breaks
something or steals, what's almost naturally theirs, back (and with
hidden microphone to relay bits by facts). Someone who is rich does not
get angry at people they understand everything just a mistake always
welcome never to be used as suspiciously. Yes, you tell people and pay
threat easily enough by check money order.
If I mention you it is because I like you...did I mention me? Check
back with the folks at Segway and
see their latest line of two-wheel acid bunglers with scampi packs in
the rear caysh d'cauper. I hear one of the space-age dildos exploded
like asking bastards in the sparts 'contra' arm and hatched a bupp
tooth on some woman...took six (6) stitches to biggle it to with her
lip a bloodlessness and gore stick hit at her face too. Get the
ass-cart next time the holes let it out some and help to steer off
embarrassing wetnesses, sanises, smells, any arthaus b'flot.
Pretenders "Private Life" from
1980's "Pretenders" LP...this record remastered and full of good things
" j'ne glands [for] your theatrics | your acting's a drag..." is here
first up. Favorite song? "Lovers Of Today".
devo sing 'that's good' on tv's
'square pegs' - this is segment 3 of 3 the prior two are there for the
amanda blake stars as the jewish godmother to cape and stole...devo
were six grand ($6,000) (plus them toiletries "wapz soap, douche for
mothers") for the call
do devo feel bad? they hated filming that "because people were rude"
(only god knows why too live) - even your fans suck "coupla faggots in
them yellow suits dancing on their chairs"
yeah - they pick up the excess beef for it blowing each other "for new
"success settles for less every time you side with it" - pil
we make people think it's me and they die of promoting theirselves as
pee-launch of chopped vox-it
"he ain't bad, neither"..."some is all"..."be that lined in
it"..."people hate yours back to you...first annual sing it all down
off me...most selfish...like burbs, cheap stacks of shit made to be
even as it is cheap"
"should pay for your hut...you practice the ornagy in-full be it an
early-time euth-opia settles the kiss down" + "one more tape won't make
you good - translate this to me should you hear back at the ol' apple
'that's good' is from
no! it's devo' lp
another 'triumph of the will' produced by roy thomas baker of the cars
and queen fame
no 'til tuesday is produced by rhett davies (who? both elton john
trevor horn nunn too)
anne beatts is carol burnett...jail sentence remorsed
have i lost my d'elegante? juze boorlehans?...outrage.
those square logos so ugly to me as
almost fixture...seem better it mattered bad
Apple's iPhone at the winner's
circle price? Five hundred ninety-nine ($599.00) with or without
speaking plan ($499 something then maybe lowered yes). Add a couple
hundred for speaking plan I guess see base
price. We never recommend a plan unless disconnected formally from life
prior me too. Sometimes, I think I'm just too hard on the phone's
looks. Maybe an actual smaller in appearance will make do...artless be
seem like the palm pilot and of spare parts.
Doesn't Justin Chamber's musketeer
(recently at Apple iTunes movies there? no, not yet - by mention) make
long hair on a man look
good (he was blind too during filming - trust that - "When I talk to
people, I'm still slightly off-center [as having been dead in my care
prior and now just]...I can't stare at them well [as] they are presence
itself and hateful too looking at you...")? But back to, I usually hate
long hair formally, and earrings too for looking greasy and dirty on
men. See the note. "Nobody likes me - trust it. Every little bit
helps." Is me. Neil says "Doesn't wanna work - is hateful about
everything money." Is me. Neil adds "[Is] a talker." Quiet, Neil.
Who is the real father of Anna Nicole's (um, Joanne Lentoski's) son
"David" or whatever (she just has one)? My friend Dennis Murphy who was
Jay North and is redone to us. Sure, and gentle said, via a sperm
sample given in a jar (with extra? I tease the girl's at-once boyfriend
an "incompetent" she says unfairly - and no, he threw Dennis in that
room after painting a fingernail while he slept - about not delivering
all was seen by us but sampling some on the way). True. This stuff is
truly creepy and funny all but wiping some in my butt. That was nice of
Dennis, no? No one asked for mine yet as I urge them to take silently
for your dreams onward as with the dead or from blood samples. We have
good features too...I think...if all tastes good.
Finally, you! Nelly Furtado "Say It
Right" from 2006's "Loose" LP. Just 'cause
it's great stuff.
Huh? The song is about a black
man - " i know you don't need nothing at all from me...you don't mean
nothing at all to me " on upwards to God with thanks for trying with
anyway. This somewhat apologetic to me...no one is worth giving this
for. Keep it to light. Is Mozambique (or then of lower Florida), a
More from her the accused making:
"We didn't make this one, we signed on the dotted line. I was Israeli,
but fashioned myself there and since dying have begun seeking more or
less to be happy with others. See that here - I like it too." The song
was made by jennifers or feeling types above and with her yet
unknowing. Makes use of people, not against them. "Gets around to
speaking of all made me - not necessarily speaking for them. People get
it and leave it too and as artfully. No one needs this hurtful and you
would murder me too. Doesn't mean anything to me...you work that off
alone we love it thanks Israeli?" - dM
Happy Mother's Day (usually dead at
a grave missing...all these fucking holidays for people). Spread the
good if you have it, keeping the rest sound of it this annual May 13.
Gary Numan "Metal" the big
one (to me) from the 1979 LP "The Pleasure
Principle" the title means 'touch what you see' as glowing or add one
own. Zzzz. Touch and feel very textrous I'd say. Adds "M.E." I love
that one too.
Then adds 1980's "Telekon" its title song - get to "I Dream Of Wires"
too...'you end on reel one and are not the star here, thanks.' You just
want to be me....'you and the real one' both decide and may be are
nothing to me yet or all to be. The mind over issues, and issues
again...but does not do while I do. Check out other noodles added in
after-the-fact, such as
"We Are Glass", "Photograph" with its strange queries in piano and
Fairlight synth (Beethoven's last - made simple again all they could
know), and the French-laden "Trois Gymnopedies" say the last word
"gin-noddies" with "trah" to mean "the three of us who travel alone
still - a mother, father and single of son". This is like the movie "The Beach" by Danny
Boyle three (3) French twats (not said: is AIDS, Ken Harrigan - him, as
mother, husband, and son reuniting in France abroad to die once more -
I didn't get that at all when I watched - they-he took forever to die!
I left finally ---- assumes I'd die sooner [than you...a favorite AIDS
acronym] ---- did he....and finally?) on a remote desert island my very
No, lonely types dying together in France or abroad.
How does the
below Honda sedan fuel for showroom 1998 avail? Three (3)
quarter-size pills, six (6) inches deep in a funnel of your choice with
hard water pouring down make six (6) gallons of petty fuel (that is, no
one else uses it) that lasts eight hundred (800) or so miles each day
only. Up to seven thousand (7,000) miles then alternately what cost
about nine hundred dollars ($900). So, about thirteen cents ($0.13) a
gallon, the car costs nine thousand dollars more (> $9,000) than a
sedan, but is way more economical as this then. No taxes or tags extra.
We're not here to make money - we're here to stop you from having too
much against us. Fuck yourselves dead. By the way, heard England
central was bombed bad again over the weekend. So? Can we see? Russia
dealing with spendthrifts.
No Choice Made Here You Are Being Forced Into It So What An Advocate
For What You Are 05/12/07 1159
These are the latest cars from Honda
Motor Corporation (with shown the "FCX Concept" under nouveau types
and styles) - always just us - for my new fuel but I caution you, you
made no money here or there. You need money makers or to take care of
burdens from someone - that would be the police, usually. Get their
cars ready soon on new fuels. No mercy for oil peddlers yet set in
their ways. You bargained the bank and I wait sweetly for the day you
are no longer here, no longer dear, no longer welcome, no longer seen
to be, and no more trouble. You love listening to me always. I envision
a beautiful world past me and full of the things you love and no one to
enjoy it all with you easily enough. To the death with it. What you see
is nearly good enough. Answer 2010 is your deadline to get it out of me
or else you again with me in HELL. No one here changes anything much.
Stay sweet and be bitter too. Kids here - follow your parents home
every day or be with me and that means fun until you speak the way
they do. I hate backtalk and explaining me again and over limits after
all I'm only human. You get along, you get around (my fantasies, if you
will, involve you in a pickle always and I get to befriend harsh types
my way for loving people - will you be that - so stupid and for
me? no, we get sex and wealths the right way - practically begging you
no order). We don't make special people - we hate that shit. We make
friendly people and people who know us well. All else yours, elseway.
Noting this, you should take no steed - to what? Be there for me or
else you. One or the other only you have criminalized (won't talk
to...hrrmph!) me against nature and employment I will not have you
either way why do I live? You make nothing, you are nothing for no joy
but splendours. Who needs it? You do fighting me. We hate that always.
For fact: Gas is actually ninety
percent (90%) corn of use, the rest, six percent (6%) imported as, is
crudes in oil (mostly from Pakistan who refines not and can't afford
to) if all is refined gently over time. Major corporations Mobil, and
Exxon sell corn grown and distilled. There are no others - all the rest
buy locally as refined no crudes after that. "You have bankrupted us."
You don't pay people - that is no one to cry about. The new fuel will
be ninety six percent (96%) overhaul and the rest is corn or butters
your choice for grass and greener. If you act up, you will most likely
be hanged, shot, or killed viscerally. I promise - and no langors
(hanging on) from others they get nothing to you.
Number of folks who died bad trying to get here to see me: nineteen
thousand forty-five (19,045) - and who is that? Come see with stealths
in mind...maybe one day a little list of some who lost nothing I can
Scott T. Wilson, Union Carbide Products, Tenafly, New Jersey - died
hanging himself here at the Marriott central;
Mary Louise Jennifer, no person found yet from Oklahoma Central
Storages - didn't pay my bill yet, will call on my things "and bland
them"...has hanged once to twice now a "ghost" made flesh for you;
Greg T. Wilson no name match, from Russia planned to shoot me...has
died having his head removed finally due to studebaker Chris Ondy
having a rude exchange with him one night. No sex, thanks.
Scott Johnson, 36, from Oklahoma Heights, again storage-type woes of
their own - again, planned to shoot me, we hung him too. All good
looking to you, all just fags to me.
See you in your own home soon again, Bitch. Even with kids you'll croak
of it. Leave me if you must.
"Life begins at divorce." - dM
who thinks little of it - remember that...you
needed your guarantees against kids and shit lifestyle decreases
please, it took me years to become this savvy for you...that billboard
fell from too many takers over a thousand (> 1000) and blacks too
they hate divorce 'less money for me'
ownership always spells disinterest to me...i demand sharings of, but
with affords in place
you don't have a right to know people, do you? i don't
alcohol and severe lovelorns - even as somewhat ugly - give way to
commercial quality drugs and mayhem and then you settle down with
someone out of the way
you can't keep dying for it, can you?
also choice or choosing for one's self is the #1 fraud across nations
had...still i blame no one for this
the pope says to me just now (who is that?):
"You are no one. People die and you die too." - this, is
i can't believe grown men fear death, and as just
you fear it for me
i hate people for dragging this on, but i don't want the stuff you
deliver me...lowered to no further should i see
gas is so high and you bellow it
prices for stamps go up two
cents ($0.02) on monday i guess i mailed my mother a mother's
day card with an amc movie
voucher in it no expire silver pass on me...sure ikea
gave us these great diaper bags (2) on the street too weeks been 'be brave not beige'
whatever the bags honor moon with eclipses - maybe she'd enjoy those as
colorful too lunch...other sundry and
i myself love the liberty
bell...had the copper one on right in my
youth - see ebay
founding father benjamin franklin - now known as studio-stage scott
thorsson - says he "owns the bell" he bought it for $70 made out of our
pennies collected by the man himself
he actually paid a man to set up the burning only - "his time was worth
more" he said
pay the man
Add smarm lively be light > > dust scratches > >
simply said and should denudes and what's simply hearsay > > a
basilisk, foy, foy me again halli-f.o.y. ('for ours, yours' an exclaim
- we'll see it and respond to you promise) chronic to cronos in and of
bad breath rococo! pu! gasct gasct
Mother's Day soon she's still here too (other mothers can't stand the
way their sons live as looking down from fink who'll heaven it tits -
fuck 'em geniuses I
take a tip, Bitch - no one shows me nothing new when its finally over
for you and you too)...we seek to quell Summer heats upcoming...can we
forgive this stuff to be me still - nonsense.
bitch changed hard drives while i was away
who picks through poop eats at the savory side of the sage
erased shit i paid you i can't live at all...most of my songs were not
of caprice and these wit
he used to have to call now he just comes in his own home
you'd be surprised how little i afford him in it keep the change,
how can your back stand all the sitting up at computer while i lay?
who cares for me more than me?
you do. you still do.
most is you.
go to work - you have the job.
i hafta think about having one and feel bad
a woman does this
can she be me without crossing over the line to import luxuries and
narrating all fax'd porno as heaven-to-ruinsk?
mere titplay j'ne glands [for your theatrics, or 'there is no theater'
should you doubt this] your acting's a drag.
bitch, please - you were matriculated (formally entered in program...is
'undeclared' or then 'humanities' otherwise as never official and with
no guide for)?
in business administration for
four years at a two-point-oh minimum gpa or better?
no. thanks again be with it you there's no paper to cover that be apt.
'minimum standards matter' - trust you'll see no more about that, sims
and to be you, such sim
'go big brite!' making ends meet no matter what eggs you lay
p.s. turkey meat is just better beef thank young again 666 see how we
win past being you? 666 eat up, twat. boo-moo-moo!
is it true? never so! dougmoon.com readers get what i get - some is no
good, or very good...why would i keep that shit to myself?
that's what you do...making someone 'special' no takes us seriously =
great benefit, i get scared of knowing too much for you...who cared
doesn't turkey make you fart and it with sulphurs they only eat grubs
pu! those seeded grapes...candid'd yams
you can print this out and on
your gift as such leave message... is no e-mail as it times you
right out with envelope saying you and after all, if you're gonna
have your say with them, have it here and then don't forget to
mention the 'no-gift' enter of 'dougmoon.com' many have to date about ten
thousand (10,000) smarties leaving home for it you don't hafta see the value
with me each time you open - maybe later you i had to be shown to told
everything once too...
p.s. if you take a stand against websites, i'll appreciate you even
more and less
p.p.p.s the ralph's at beverly
connection still untouched and ready to amuse us shelf-wise i looked
again just lately
The Lavishness Continues
Despite Your Signals From To And Above We Make Matter Not To Issue With
It Your Way About Trowel We Get Up You'll Mastit It Too
Why did I get up in the morning? I didn't...maybe you did. I can recall
the rude sting of the alarm clock on many a cold morning at such
ungodly the hour to rise and do what I do best - work and play. After
my heart stopped from the morning its shock, I sat there gathering
light system, massaged my limbs, and quite frankly no I'm not (yo)used
- I never masturbate in the morning like I don't play with myself under
water (leads to other endurances, chinese penis, then, a woman drags
all out of the hamper to have an unnecessary discussion no one dreams
of having even while under certain hat of duress or being pressured by
elseone othernaught...ever have that? I could fucking die). Rule:
Always to immediate reward after work-school or perhaps in some pricate
never to share a thought indicating anything at all (it's one thing to
fantasize another end-user, it's another to have it show up - I hate
that and almost die 'oh, god no - and to thank my luckiest fuck' help
heaven thank you again). Despite the disclaimers ('you're disgusting
and fat [you wouldn't see it as soon with most seen to be laeckring on
over me]' - 'anyone can have this, you know, i paid' -- 'not this,
though -- there's no proving it to you but with all the extras simmer
stirred right in you') we ourselves got things done and arrived in good
societal form when it mattered to me most. These days I hear one word I
hate and go back to bed all day. You try and masturbate with all of
this noise in the head (but don't show me, I'll show you you in-times
taken and with light comment - in the window sends bosquiat of haldone
niggers). Like any task made me, I certainly can deliver you yours, but
hate that service to me massages and other junk. I get so depressed all
of them oils and shit everywhere I could die. What did I tell you? Wet
Light formula only. Wet, please. Even the women I hear in the head
dialing the police and complaining of sexual conduit in and around no
fest can sound sexy...with all the help you get here you should fuckin'
dry right up and cone for it like goiny mits. Help yourself down the
veiny ol' leg, Bitch. You had some - I see the mits in you combing down
fur. I don't take exception to anything you do - should keep for weeks
you keep on fuckin' it
all-new skintight frankencremes everywhere seem so moist me you sewed
three (3) mattresses together for a 'lady king-janet robbi'? Presenting
the new "Alto-Grecian" by Mister Man. You feel this way and that way.
"Have it read to me in the Sands again so both could be born. Sew
better to no poor and you shall be in and without it no two would be
same." Prepare the way no feat unusually mates but before you come due
demanding it no result be 'restful' at oint. You were someone special...wait
for your cue. Meanwhile I lay little blacks eggs to lace up in
and around in your spine you'll sleep on the floor for hatching these