1 - coldplay is always
welcome...as we see some left behind but is spurred by dolly parton of
recent an 'island in the stream' opposing us flow is not trying at all
pay past last 2 - star trek is not my truth
they are lost in space as desilu 'displays every single improper,
leaves u'...what did i miss ? but i learn this to my cost 3 - the big blue ball is
chosen for art larger than life details missing i make these on the
ocean as red a 'weather ball' real big (art? was tammy
diaczenko...frank
marino? higher interests at school well done but at cost)
You know, in "Dressed To Kill"
what I saw in the theater original release, that woman found a rankled
tube of herpes cream on the bedstand. In this, she's in a drawer
mocking me with notes to her Grecian lover while he sleeps on. "Luv'd
it - " but then again health department papers for diarrhea and
syphthruthis and blades fly in the leaving of it. She got hers. She was
briefly introduced and quickly disposed of in the original as a bother
from the position of no care. Here, we labor for hours with her little
areolas like they've never been licked her belly so firm and then we
see her problem - she won't let homos be rare and just as that. She has
to open her face gently so naturally we see all diagrammed for us. God
told her not to bother we have ours little, and she just keeps on
playing with Michael Caine who butchers her good for the arousals no
one can explain well with fear-based rationings. If anything, we learn
our place for being served well. You don't get a Shirley Temple in a
New York bar (however, for those of little expense, all I see are
male-female celebrants, and not gay really) but you drink up until
you've been to Los Angeles Roy Rogers and have been scammed for
everything you make and with undue respects. The dead aren't so
desperate anymore. In my mind, I have this woman in real life in a car
accident with her guts squeezed out her butt and crying softly until
help arrived. I can't get a straight answer, but she was in a
wheelchair when we met and quite heavier (the heads of our favorite
wild cats and rams in the den....Upland, CA....kept her grandsons from
me see you later). Hope it's not real..."an avenger" she says. Fine,
Fine.
More movie faves (I was watching marveling at Brian DePalma's "Dressed
To Kill" yesterday...still going through it that's Cyd Charisse who
lived with my Uncle Jim lately and is in commercials now for LG phones
and on ledge):
"Pretty In Pink" if everything Molly Ringwald is worthwhile
and no extras in shots you plame (she's got a pretty-enough face - her
pussy is perfectly sweet too says her rear molar-blind dad "tell about
that encounter with him at the spare auto parts store again - he fucked
your grandmother one last time and then what? her believing that one
call from God's lonely 'porlaport' again without patterns and shapes?),
her friend Ducky is a real jerk and like every one that ever fucked my
ass with glimmerstein the caped one-wager, I turn around and a brand
new Jew (one who is usually overly concerned about people at-large
getting a chance, but meets me instead - see the 99 cents only store thanks again we
really needed the favor too with you around hating me by face, fate,
faith - equals that a place known to be the end result made at one with
what's sent home) takes it away with his junky radan pulked with
clothes fine
tuning the double-yellow line to your spriggled half-heart at Deborah's
"Last Of It Short-Term Augle Memory" you ran right out even under the
gas you never once knew a bop in the head once you upper cleft. You're
both directed by John Hughes (in "16 Candles" as handsome and rich but
then again rich, then it was dark with the dogs raging they bit right
in the ever-masking re-joy! candle at once died with pa-pa-plouf! ow!
oof!) but he thought this stunk like a brand-new 'wax peter' from Hong
Kong inspector number "cali-fran". There's nothing funny about poor
people with lupus - trust that you gave something an old oily blanket
with fish hooks from the rental trunk "put that ol' eyelet up through
the tooth I said then fishlines juke out the both nostrils you poove
and pepaave. And they stink, too. Died a dollar for it one death. "All
bled on me pig for it beaks and beefed it burn to ask knot."
Easily John Hughes' biggest film
with theme song added by Psychedelic Furs - against all advice, the
title supposedly refers to a father's sexual advance "get naked..." See
the shit I hafta know? No gentle spirit need interpret no need ('she'd
still incest it's better, i'd say'). A boy here I have quick lessons
with (I love them all to not having a say - and have to make excuses
until I think about how one should be: excusing theirselves to be as
with someone like me less fear of the unknown less any class no improve
you might have for breeding better...so quick to have yours back at the
only home you'll know so well as to leave right away) so complains of
such dirty sheets and I think I never nurse that back to gay individual
health as having none of mine ever or to then - you are there and still
here too. What? We bought this at eBay
when and back then as OOP (outcast once paid) and was shocked at the
director's credit to no say - too big the film for two (2) hats. No
skagg will get all the fun for no such saved pay...the wall of eye too
close to the heart of hand. Ask for help - I never thought much of it
'I need a roommate - know any?' but will remember well as if said just
then. "Just take a look - you don't hafta ask them again. It's for
me."
"Beetlejuice" extra funny with people tossing
three-credit pass fail artworks on the coffee table in complete
disinterest as the inspired stepmother rages for anyone will care. Is
that it? One night in Bangkok?
I hadda have this too, but where
is Michael Keaton? Dead of gun rounds in his head, 1943 (father in
Kansas over women). Old man dying of cancer yet...is Herbert Hoover. "I
don't do it anymore I live in China alone making amends for it. I blew
up a car in Denmark once (Katie McGrew...Prince Wells of France..."DOA
in Kensington Palace the queen died too then...oh, well.") On and
on...all this justice versus real achieves against you then. That's
what it means to have your way with people - no one will ask of again
you're here. As in death, no life of childless couple will be asked to
come. No kids? You ain't getting mine - see for the past. A kid or two
makes the difference - whatever makes one scent the pie of having none
but some unsaid. Forget ye I'm still here and having had none of it I'd
redress salts split everlasting into "salt AND PAYFORIT you said? A
PAPER?" With God junk, you don't compete against fools rascing the
mines of it, you get a pop package about you told and that's that.
There's no one like that here you grubby agent like gays ten percent
10% of nothing is that tenth. I get a deep-dish discount for not
thinking of it so often so I don't often enough.
"Interview With The Vampire" the second book (this, the first) gets rid
of Louis (say as French "Louie"...yuck) he is a
pussy for prayer as little Claudia (made a ghost everyoung to save her
from certain death is this) her a new spine dress (usually only shows
only the babyback ribs croming) and beautiful
pinch hair everytime she does a bump of valencine meth ("now look at
the world with your vampire eyes" as drug or devils reveal tastes to no
harbour if but run right out of now a hell with plentum of shits well
in mouth and gums bebleeding - all statues living inside a death
mask, really, no talent need please). I'll never have
carefree skim-fleching tits like my father's or fuck on sharks bitten
board as
I float in the sun sipping sea salts with jellyfish capers and their
turd canopy souffles. All get torched with pasco for having hurt Lestat
the hero (protagonist becomes antagonist or the one you're rooting for
changes and-or switches sides...see "Terminator 2" she still now
thoroughly and formally dead of more reasonable causes my little Kyle
died but now as her gun toting ways preparing her nicely enough the
over and under dead dreaming of no such tooth we simply eat and marvel
at women who never stop working all day at a desk job and then entering
and making dinner at home and at order from the freezer itself...you
hafta have a certified mental illness or three strikes though at you no
nicely enough) for having murdered a couple of shrimp-bitten wolves in
the
forest nearby (roadkill only - no one skills to be in a wolf, we'll
only have and compare). His mother once gifted with the dark side
versus my own gifts begiven of 'cancers' runs right out to pleasure? No
- we killed that, really, but I love the allegory -- the mother too
smart for the handmade of son who hesitated her and both and sometimes.
I seem no end to wonder why, she appears here and there (as me playing
the role off - I hate these drips, but you see no end to me seeking
sames) to end my own of suspicions.
"St. Elmo's Fire" after Demi gets her drugs and
refuses internationals and honor "what and ruin all this good coke?"
What? She, like me, needs a couple of soulvakis and their only scare
beside a pile of
coke sinking in the straws on Rob Lowe's asshole - a make-a-wish
medieval faire with skin tights and cargoure (colored by wolves eating
them) hair. Get that bitch you
make! Cute and quite funnily enough cute I'd throw that bitch out and
make me some new doilies with niggers before they and her end the
night-Mare
with red-hots and a little nit comb. After that, we see a man in a
dress is just that - a
must-see of and what a drump of tisk, thank it but for the dress! Those
40's 'just tipped and them you slapper' pantie hose (and to both the
toilet and our sink?) are painted on
caves in the Tigres-Euphrates (the original 'ass' in a crapper
Mesopotamia all given to haste no pots unclean all given all day) - we
hated these ran down the whole line to pull the hair from her buttocks
to harvest worms from behind and for once then if all her past hives.
Moral: We need to experience for ourselves only and then no givens
further. Spelled all good, all day, all leads to sex with some sex
said. Be you, be nice - others like you are better at it already and
give more soundly usually. The life and depths can't be seen ever to
seem.
Again, all first run. Still waiting, Neil.
NIN has a new "free" record "The Slip"
online and is here....like Radiohead, we'll get there "to promote
ourselves..." and see "Lights In The Sky" with Tori Amos made on our
jaunts. We talk
of playing in a farmtown setting all of our noise, but it's not good. I
wanted more tries like Stevie Nicks doing "Fireflies" at Christine
McVie's patience level. I nearly died of just three takes...thank you
fight.
marc 'bobkin' ondy reaches for me
i love that red is for the red sky - things i
won't tell you either... simply artless keeps your firmly
stabbed at i hate reconciliations with no moment to be chosen i need to forget and you come
undone to me at no higher thought i have no ulteriors yet you i work for a laugh at you laughing
at even when i'm lying to be dead
she's mostly gone
some other place
i'm getting by
in other ways
everything they whispered in our ear
is coming true
try to justify the things
i used to do
believe in you
watching you drown...
i'll follow you down
and i am here right beside you
the lights in the sky
have finally arrived
i am staying right beside you
i tried to stay away
you know
just in case
i've come to realize
we all have our place
time has a way you know
to make it clear
i have my role in this
i can't disappear
or leave you here
--------------i tried adding a bit now....never do it sucks impromptu
plus plus the words are in a can you can't ever do that...one add 'the
lights in the sky....eye-eye eye-eye' you try that 'follow you
dow-ow-ow ow-own'
you're fucked
turn in your fartlight, bitch (yuck! sects gassy member: the cheesewart
plarf #219 part egg, part shell)
better phone a loan
Just Another Dream 07/30/08 0922
Last night's dream of beri beri: I had a white pimple under my left
nostril and of course I pulled that open to reveal a quarter-size part
of skin coming off to a hole not bloody but eaten out kinda. Then we
advance to no left eye and seeing the skull up through the eye socket
to the bone as bubbling of brain wall or what we call the "epidendrum"
for "short stop for us". Maybe more than that, but I got up for drink
to halt this madness...you hafta drink Alaskan snow or dog piss to cure
that one cup. Drinking piss gets it still.
And Neil?
Before she gets made into a beggar, too: The Sarah Silverman Program
Season 1, Episode 1 start here. She is at times mean and
disgusting,
but she is ours somehow. The show is moneyed too - pay it well in
reverse. The word I use to describe it her act is "toehead"...pulls you
to there anyway.
Tuesday, July 29...just got slapped with major aftershock quake from
Nicaragua...6.3?
back to 'phantasm iii lord of the
dead' here's all we're willing to
spare...the film is in production...now and again and as things clear up to us, you
see that all is aware and happening
to us too
each now epicene or must be seen doing
Cheech and Chong "Up In Smoke" I saw that and
laughed alot like "Animal House" all doubled over but you'd hafta show
me again why...is pot humour and mexican standies or pigs laughing at
you (e.g., someone in the van drinks a
piss
sample while they rock it out down the road). The Magic Castle in
Hollywood keeps coming to mind - they, these two - ran a whorehouse (a
whore being a 'cold wind' mind you) in that building and underneath
called "Standees" as they stand having sex ("lay with your wife" they
say). Careful: These people avoid my god
scrupulously is not game for it. We are 'unhappy' they say. I'll bet it
gets serious. Watch again is my kinda humour getting it wrong naturally
enough a bone for in the head. Meanwhile, a "hoary" comic is just one
who laughs at everything they tell an audience - laughs with them if
will - and gets hoarse -- like Kathy Griffin is hoary. Yeah, we saw you
without the make-up sympathetic. You gas audiences as God incarnate, I
hear.
another photo caption easily made
from scratch - from something called 'be true'...mark grant, idaho hi hi
'be true' looks like a big, thin rubber stamp magazine made of
construction paper and is free at the book
soup newstand like old yearbooks i scam,
we look
for anything skyvine while you shop at a comb says 'peru'...never say your
ethnic stuff just where educated the rest is mine to see it off
like any used tournamen in the shower, best to not burl out the lime
deposits - get a used to new one
In the meantime, words people hate hearing of theirself (ongoing I
bristle at these...some are just you and me):
a 'carmichael' - red hair, freckles, yellow kinda teeth - blacks about,
and but bad looking - a roosterfish?;
a 'chinchilla' - a latin craving you all over with their
passion...wraps around your hole loving the obvious answers always
evident;
a 'winesap' - gray hair, diabetic yeast-type breath - maybe a heroin
sheik with flossy or flaxen hair and a passion for riding heavy bikes
in front of recaptured it by youth;
a 'fishbein' - sagging lower jaw to disapprove of your serve food
intensely, will buy better to show you;
a 'harlequin' - always sad, round features like private time is for
crying - a surely 'affable' ('oh, that's alright') clown asking to
perform against once more;
a 'nance' - nancy the verily necroromance, always perky as if no to
value presented (um, an 'egalitarian' the egg lover - they hate our
name and when seeing us, see us same then) - asks you in serious tomes
not to be so serious;
a 'sweetness' - always so polite while stabbing you in the back - 'oh,
sweetness' you rag;
a 'genius' - takes the role as quickly as nominated 'genus' if you
could fly you'd have that - solves us every then and as no one else won
this but you invite esteem;
a 'geekmaster' - of the universe, even if you had the power to know
this stuff, you wouldn't say...ask if any is real - it is, and you kid
yourself (never play the sure winner, never say you won...is spiderman
being me childlike);
a 'child' - quickly cut down for being fanciful in tomes, is reminded
not to ask and then dump say to be firmly rejected once more - should
be working on it the outline, not authoring me;
a 'major' - as 'made yours', keeps tacit (tactful then not to be said)
understandings and secret stuff as surely destined above you - if you
talk, we'll hafta say we haven't seen any of your shit lately on the
ground;
a 'nark' - no one who will enjoy even as with and then - upset when
full or partial plan is disclosed no matter what don't bother hates
people; when 'narked' has been planning this not;
a 'slag' - wears no make-up or hairbeing in order to present own style
or true set - immediately to be wiped off to see any the good as in
iron works boiling off blackest impurities;
a 'chimp' - begging to be known over others, will ultimately work for
food...knows to peel you off always when eating to be as alone;
a 'troll' - comes out only when you can't respond favorably, has to be
sure you got yours but see no one else should disagree;
an 'elder' - speaks for the last of it but where there is none - should
be consulted against deaths taking knowledge, is known for knowing
nothing but what they used up already and you didn't provide even one;
a 'stylus' - hears only theirs, wants you to witness it and then play
yours to no wit. A dj in the works, must be played out like ads in
radio - maybe you have it cleaning the downstairs toilet already?;
an 'esl' - works too hard to understand, yet delivers perfect diction
in reverse that joys noneothers (I quote one "always a hurt, never a
sad"). They even think in Sapnish they'd say to me or twice if could;
a 'franks' - no wit whatsoever when delivering what they really think
to no further receive - is joyless telling you how it is with you one
thank in advance then pushed down it again;
a 'phram' - honors the oil filter, must be theirself in front of others
that farts and burps and stuff - like the 'panck' or booger pickers,
you gotta just let it pass I guess to know. Forgive honor, duty -
ignore any the intimacy.
a 'harland' - one loud bitch when calling attention to any a mistake or
error...makes you wish you never tried but you still do all to most or
more;
a 'proust' - tells you how it's done even though they went down in
flames with their own author methods at-hand - you may have succeeded
then, I give you few changes to know better as you encourage any school
off to;
a 'skagg' - like furniture, chairs made outta thinner tree limbs or
sticks, you don't move across floors easily. Leaves you wondering where
it all goes? If somewhat comes back after burning and some of it then
leaves.
others maybe...working on it slowly to mine.
add these - you were 'clocked' or punched down as if by stopwatch - no
more to be had from you then; you were 'clapped' for even trying and as
soon as seen - two big hands award at start then no more.
i hate being the bearer of
trust or truant like i hate jerking someone off from the side, and
sucking rock pipe from below ? (cave: that one picture placed
previous is actually who i'd like to be - that great at it, looking
good, dripping with slag...no error in thought should provide me) these labels are color splash
and are rare box labels you can use if need be...the saleswoman
wouldn't part with one too easy it said i save this box for being a bit
nice...making truth and chappes commerce ain't easy - i hate homedone
looks it's always me my fault so no sale but i cherish extra effort if
you're good like you, i simply love playing
office all gets renounced anyway see
it dumb to you an effort made effort
new spiderman
eva at amazon...new peanuts
snoopy at amazon...the eva lamp keeps the dead happy as they hang
within a harmony home for them batman
yellow moon at amazon...they can hang for four (4) hours or sit for
three (3) both while lit
only and while trouble happens
no rules and they get alarms for people thinking about kicking the box target
and sponge bob is linked under the jpegs - i strongly recommend
searching for 'eva lamp' on 'google'
as no retailer features one or more too brightly
some say 'that's why you went crazy hosting people like this' - no, we
don't believe in reasoning people it pussies us - we just do whatever
it takes to get them to do...no words made it here, come to mind
a shark?
sleeping
beauty melissa and doug? darth vader? snoopy
dog house? a hanging
ball? dora
the explorer? superman?
(check it out!) the
rare batman bust? tinkerbell?
pixar's
cars eva?
we have the pink pig on the box...cute only
We connect to significance here - the common thread. Don't argue me the
cheap facts with layer after layer of beauty revealed I just die off
and shut up anyway. The golden figures on the ice cream cups are
funeral pyres in France so what go with the good...my good. We trash
everything upward to get better stuff only pure joy. Never cling to
stuff that isn't better done and all must be is with you.
Yes, to the rumour mill - Haagen-Dazs
(um, 'our happiest day should you look and everyday') ice cream does
honor the funeral parlor ice cream as homemade in Tupperware we had way back when
on one July 4 in Allentown, New Jersey. Nothing but real stuff and as
made by Peppler Funeral Home
and as I played in the Catholic cemetery
in rear (the one I would be buried in if no mishap should occur).
They'd have your name on the cup...Judy Peppler (name: 'pushes you
away' in French) made our ice cream. Never ask...it's just plainly good
in the box you buy. Recipe later...the tragil plaids ribbon up-down on
the label is the usual guff - someone special, no one special fuck 'em
money charges everything. My AIDS blanket for Doug (ongoing): "If this
is to be true, you must live at all." + "I'd shit in you to get this
little back." + "No one does what you do. You'll be back." + "No
one knows how sudden or how sure." + "If Houdini ever shits out the
key...blow us all back in." + "You can know much of it. And still, a
life to query." + "A pussy keeps disease like a turd keeps a sewer.
Just one more chance to see if all fits and um, forever, if I
understand you correctly..." + "Um, that's three hundred percale, max.
I'd have to count 'em out again - but not you." + "Finally, then. So I
should see...what? A nigger?!?" Doug toured the AIDS blanket at UCLA (again, where I was interviewed
for the assistant dean of the film and televison department - now is
chancellor emeriti and of course I was there at Chancellor Murphy's
wake in Hamilton, NJ with grandson Dennis all is prestige of
course...now we have Dean Rothman from the med school with us along
with hosts of others) way back when in the gymnasium there plack after
plack huge...nothing out of line, but all faked in Mexico I hear
(all very 'yahweh' or calling the dog, while you're away - people
wouldn't do anything for that...quotes one "we didn't know
where it came from, but ours were there in force..."). More: The
outdoor carnival they had at night there for the student union and just
off Sunset in the grass is my dream of heaven - you see people out and
about, all have and all say 'hi' to each other with no ridicule. A
double ferris wheel (should be illegal, I use for torture only)
threatens no speak beforehand. What - 1993?
2 Eggs
3 Cups Granule Sugar
1 Orange, Peeled
I don't get that...eyeballs dipped in? You mix together only what's
necessary here for mainstay vanilla: heavy whipping cream, pure cane
sugar, whole eggs, vanilla extract, salt. Pure all in blender and then
pour like pudding to set in the freezer. Stir occasionally? No - ice
cream makers do it fast. Vanilla again is denatured cinnamon (cooked of
it most characteristic) - you cook it in water, let it cool to
separate. As gels to sames component, scoop out the crappy stuff and
reheat once more to firmly cleanse or rejoin the best of it made sames.
Or you then. Like that natural sponge in steamed-out drug vats, you'd
be amazed the shit completely disappears (like your hair when your wife
enters your secret life unnannounced and unzips it as to be unseen) and
comes back together from the vapors out away and unseen. Brilliant
understandings made here that sponge is yet to be you I'd spray a
little something in there for the doing parts to discern like mental
wigs. When I sleep I issue a wall between and another person a motor
running nearby a fan pulls my pasta out the idea of our minds waving
around and blending somehow makes me puke. Why chance it? You don't
know me a fool.
Rule: Don't bother too much, but make you get - and that too. Don't
bother though, just make sure it doesn't get anywhere and fast at that
you don't want me lying here burning your tits down 'til I fall asleep
having you down. Turn on a make-believe light bulb in their head I will
always shining for me. Don't hurt anyone make 'em stupid they never
would die people will hate me for it instead logic around my false
poot.
I never had to hurt people ever, but I see how choice leaves you loving
it all. You did that for me alone...can I hurt them once more with
something ugly to have and know while they argue a useful math back
into the ground with them? Made a false life that required you speaking
it first I listen and think what if they knew my every thought? They'd
die of being with a real scummy creep but we keep the noise down only
no one enjoys theirself with this stuff however for no pay. You pay
dearly and fat with the checks. I'm appalled but remain unchanged in
any filth of mine. None older than me?
Ahhh...Terry leaving for Minnesota for two (2) weeks tomorrow morning.
That's through August 9. I'll be here.
Some say "Why 'A Clockwork
Orange' to watch?" Because it's rude. Malcolm McDowell launched the
Michael "Xanadu" Beck "Warriors" thing with schoolteachers visiting him
on a day off and in his underwear and also raping women after they let
him in the door late at night with his fellows. Oh, sure - he begging
"Please, please - my car broke down..." and then they bust in and rape
her by tearing her clothes off and in England. Good stuff. They
visit a proper titty bar with white nipples as whole milk dispensers
hanging down. For the war-torn returned - always very Neil, and always
"dispensing good sense to people who've been hit too hard" as Elton
John says of his masterwork. See record stores everywhere, everyhow.
Thanks Neil - still waiting for my motherfucking money. Ever do
anything right? Fucking beggars.
watch john hughes' 'weird science'
at hulu...that's what i'd do first run and see anthony michael
hall is comic andy dick...brilliant, really he plays me kinda - i made a fake
throbbing dick and pussy outta painted clay and a fishtank tube with my
own little friend, summer 1978 after elementary school sure reading hustler magazine if and men are sex
-
the single red balloon stretched in the airtight pussy and as caked
within mound split down the middle with a gaggle of old brown thread
for hair dishwasher soap oxygon made the
flame as
my sister threatened to tell...one more beating wouldn't affect her
status
the whole point is broaching the subject with male friends who are
asked not to suffer this way too much - be a friend first
'people say they don't fuck their friends, but they do' - dm
girls weigh the eggs, i'd say
safari plays this best inline if you have any video troubles...buy-rent
'weird science' at itunes and if
Supergrass "Diamond Hoo Ha Man" from the album named "Diamond Hoo Ha"
or bitches who notice the extreme beauty of everything taken for
marriage or just seem. That's me too - I'm afraid of everything not
mine to give. Anyway, Michael Umbro plays "Gaz Coombes" a reference to
the Rolling Stones (he was Brian Jones visiting Australia alot in the
60's) and living in catacombs or then beachcomber...it's a gas, gas,
gas. People in New Jersey and at the beach are not like LA - they don't
know you. More to the
point, Umbros impressed me always with huge pot plants they grew in
their backyard (maybe three I saw prominently...yeah, like 6' tall) as
if to protest any involvement at all from others less
noteworthy. The home immaculate and nothing ever was out of place (it
is rumoured that their guitar-playing father was smoothster Andy
Williams too, but "on tape" he'd say). It
marveled me the plants and manicure, but pot will make you sicker than
a dog as we may noted with
continued use. Kids complain alot of not being able to study and we
worry for you too...Neil wants you to know that he and Sapersteins (the
same people, really, plus Paris Hilton as Sheila) grew lots too near
the deeply-pooled creek in the backyard. So fragrant and pretty.
Supergrass is based on Ray Davies' music. He was our neighbor too and
is Collingwood Ashlee Simpson's father Joe Lento.
Lynn Anderson "Rose Garden" from "16 Biggest Hits" LP (1966) and
as seen
before...
U2 "Two Hearts Beat As One" and if that is pain itself: too much
person
in too little space an added presence, if will, or then be to more of
pain a pus. From their newer deluxe edition of "War" (this 1983...just
then an acoustic Jesus must be at once overthrown) and as prompted by
a live release maybe you can review on own I make music come to me
these days (nothing but shit and more shit still even though I lather
it up...someone is losing something I fear and as long as we don't
agree I'm happy enough all bills and crap direct ads still I don't
decipher yours ever). What else? Fran Ermi (Saint Peter...oops, John
The Baptist...Jeff Heidkamp is Saint Peter like I know hi Jeff too miss
you, not much yet) is on the
cover of "War" after his father punched him for saying something (good
enough - he's a real beauty now for it thank you...and again, violence
gave me what I need to see again and again - to know not to bother like
a bomb rolls out of a pipe from behind a clock - never real to me, but
somehow you just know as black and reaching just not to and enquiet
within if good credit and ultimately just helps the bigger take with
reasons and other nonesuch guards we profess keep thinking you have
that stuff you don't want that really when the new one comes out maybe
not to take of the dead their things get new).
We never love (let them be with you while after hurt ensues - you don't
love me) people, really...we feel guilt, we feel angry, we feel
cheated. Love? That's okay....I get scared, and then nothing the school
nurse. "Two Hearts" is about maybe intimacy - you don't both need to
come. To the music, Fool. Like I tell pretty people - "if you were
ugly, no one would give a shit - ever." You shouldn't ever think far
from
that vein. Ugly dies like that but as unnoted by most of us, less you.
You love that...a lusty reception by of applause is only real. That's
damned real, Nigger, getting the last dregs of blood out of the
belly...takes some time, but o! the showbiz ( [ PuNCH! ] ) P.S. Sinn Fein loving name me.
stevie nicks says she wrote this
song and tom petty is her brother phillip starkey - 'he died' she says
'last year too...' (amends, "cancer of tongue" smoke: no matter what,
indignation kills but without further thought you) the song is 'don't come around
here no more' from the 'southern accents' lp 1985 play on...we just toured her
neighborhood off of melrose she and i talked about homes, having homes
taken
if the penis is inspired by alice's travels always a man in mushrooms
land
and if remember an 'ingenue' is an 'ingenious person' if knowing
theirselves inside and out
'toni halliday's mother made the tape' they say...olivia is there
within and sings some
by the way, rolling stone's
bob dylan is jan wenner and tom petty -
'we're a publishing family'
bob died in 1976 and lived in florida regaining his strength
as...rolling stones #1 album artist promo video at
youtube
mca-universal artists include:
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elton john
olivia newton-john
tom petty and the heartbreakers
kim wilde
the fixx
Sarah Cracknell "Ready Or Not" from her "Lipslide" LP with Saint
Etienne
her usual mastiff or then get "Desert Baby" too. This from 1996
onward...love Saint Etienne and steal
"I Was Born On Christmas Day" from LimeWire
4.18 and if can. They stuff the first two or so songs resulting and
nothing is really there..."4 Months 2 Weeks"? How long it takes to make
a record shine from bottom up...Sarah ("the perfect 60's girl, born of
the English blood royal" - a comment from their "Too Young To Die" comp
LP on "Heaven" records) is Robert Cooper's (of Germs - Darby Crash's)
real mother who died strangling to death on breath as emphysema 1972. I
tell mothers when they come in here as ghost and elsewhere 'please,
your kid is a genius' but one day I got my hands around their
throat...Robert toured me all around Downey, CA (fabled home of the
Carpenters and all midgets from "The Wizard Of Oz" at Treasure Island)
near Christmas and Doug loved it. Suggest "He's On The Phone" too...
Speaking of "The Wizard Of Oz", we
envision the yellow brick road as originating downtown and running
along as if Sunset all the way to the beach communities. Sure, Los
Angeles skyline, Hollywood, West Hollywood, Beverly Hills, Bel Air and
UCLA, Westwood-Brentwood, Pacific Palisades, and Santa Monica beaches.
The gay beach right at the end of Sunset, Will Rogers. The red
brick road originating same belongs to blacks and Catholicism...Los
Angeles downtown parts, the convention centers, USC and the Shrine
Auditorium, Irvine apples and their lengths. All black communities,
morgues, and-or the isles of voodoo. So seek. The "emerald city" was San Francisco aka
"the emerald isle" for being so green with hills.
i command mind over - dionys - to
build me cactus houses everywhere i go i just love them...huge cactuses
with birds say in and out all the time souls live there too but it's hard
to get pictures of so i draw cactuses are a way of life here in
west hollywood as they line the sidewalks all too often one faggot pushes another one into
a cactus and real rage begins although i'm assured a metal spine
or needle would hurt more, a thin wooden spike from one of these has
gotta smart for days let alone many such exposures... the police or sheriff here will
take a list of names all present and visit you personally to discuss
your way with it but no such arrest will matter they
say - you've a got a doctor visit coming for tetanus or lock-jaw and
scabies they say scabies is white pustules around
the thigh given by women who hate you still, it ain't aids they are
playful (i've had 'em once, sure - the pustules are few, and you can
pull them right open to release a watery white liquid to no further
bother...shampoo-lotions is at once dead...excessive running?) wash all both with lemon
joy to rid you of all if not at first the heavy lotion doctors give
you i love a cactus house...then and now maybe pictures later spray paint
chicken legs brown and green if older you'd say and with red cotton
balls smaller
my favorite sidewalk cactus? near the burger hut on palm avenue at
santa monica - l.a. buns is his name
they'll make you a delgado (egg, avocado, cheese, lettuce...tomato?
mayo and all on sourdough) in the morning too and always
i watched some of this first on tv
- wasn't bad at all... toni halliday is in here too he
has devil horns sawed off
no kurt cobain or nirvana...but
now see 'buckingham nicks' no saint etienne...but now see
the 'good humour' lp 'lose that girl' but okay...40,865
2,484...1,181
Someone said Billy Idol is Gary Numan....Billy Idol "Hot In the
City" and thus yours from his new "Idolize
Yourself: Best Of Billy Idol" LP
(2008).
New movie at iTunes awaiting link...."Step Up 2: The Streets" with system
maintenance
is now complete and all. The first one is there too.
Pop goes da weasel!
another good food idea from trader
joe's and while they serve fish, gratis:
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pre-cooked chicken patties with four cheeses, spinach, and artichoke
(2)
$2.49 instant garlic mashed potatoes
(2) $1.69 organic vodka spaghetti sauce
$2.99
three (3) minutes for the whole
deal - you put chicken on-top of mashers with sauce and a little
parmesan sprinkled then
we've made this many times now....the pot roast packaged is good enough
too for few minutes' time
from the 'did you know?'
files...the monkey is from my mother's birthday card to me last year
with its pointed remark 'you've evolved another year' (american
greetings...and our english side?)
they said grace in front of me too at the dinner table such a prayerful
lot...each one officiating theirselves
people asked me to review unit
prices and for comparison, so here goes (all stickers stolen from pavilions just now - save cents): the price of any item needs to
have the number of units sold divided in to obtain its per-unit price; thus, regular 'wet ones' has a per unit price of
$2.99 divided by 40 sheets count or then $0.075 per sheet on sale we have $2.50 (they give
you only one at sale, if you want only one bottle) divided by 40 or
then $0.063 per sheet as you wipe your ass you compare these across brands,
styles, stores and even quality of sheets as they are different always
- 'mr
bubble' is $0.256 a fluid ounce and you compare with other bath
bubbles only maybe i go with what's cheap usually and
looking to move at price unless absolutely known for being no good like dish detergents are no good
sometimes and excessively drying to your hands also note you may have only $20 to
spend and can't afford to do anything but get a little of each thing at
a higher unit price as my grandma used to say 'you can
broke saving money'
as as per prior discussions, nothing sold is ever less than one cent -
you figure it out anyway and add a cent on to the first unit or thing
you sold the price goes down pavilions is being redone
soon -
the new floor models are in the building right facing
the new 'millions of milkshakes' shop is coming along too i just
stopped in to greet
workers - they had a beautiful pink and purple awning up earlier but
took
it down for the time being...
important always: decimals must be
made meaningful, always - you just don't have one with an idiot's way
of going to n'th result to please you they are cents or percents only
one equal slice of one hundred equals...anything more thinly sliced
within says nothing more but less achieve in poles or ends stated that is $0.00 - $0.99 you keep
zero to say 'is still possible, is not yet or nothing yet' and slightly
less than one little bit
that's a real quantity to count on and with still
cents always round up to capture cost always round up to the next cent
and divide what's left in one pennies over the first few after 'major
succuma division' or what all receive as base with no remainders to
distribute yet they are balanced fractions
(1/2) or divisions one step further done so as not to be of a graphical
'pie' nature a rubber stamp with no evaluation for further
thought...these go on to weigh your part of the pie out of profit-loss examples these are my list: 1/2 is
.5, 1/4 is .25, 1/8 is .125, 1/16 is .0625, 1/32 is .03125, 1/64 is
.015625...why know more? again 'full precision' means nothing - you
went to fifteen decimals dividing out
so what? make it more meaning - that's your job
someone says 1/3...0.33 - fine - one is actually 0.34 to make whole as
1.0 is not good stuff
even the reviled 'peace sign' is one half a pie with other arts that
suggests a third, but is not real as equal parts made whole...suggests
you could know, doesn't do the work
even a triangle says the base is of course equal in maths, but is not
achieved as such a diagonal growing up or driving no further as just
one end of a road to another is sideways
of course bits more than zero made more than my meaning a trick only
the original concept for
breasts - we called 'em 'bres' for brief exchanges with like their own 'candace' the idea is that they wiggle
dumbly mouths open waiting for new like anyone who is ebullient save some they'd say
Another Madonna song post-edit is "Incredible" is released to us as
governed in by "Incredible" by Shapeshifters and as I note
others...from
the new "Hard Candy" release (2008) brushing up. DEVO PRODUCED
"INCREDIBLE" FOR MADONNA IN 2006. HER FIRST HITS ARE WHAT I CALL "E
NORMAL" - WHAT PEOPLE COME TO EXPECT IN HER OR EVERY NORM..."HUNG UP"
AND "4 MINUTES" ARE THESE. I NEED BANGIN' HITS LIKE THIS.
"The Adventures Of Baron Munchausen" sees Handmade Films share their stage
knowledges with us and plus Uma Thurman does Venus like real...and "!2
Monkeys" with Brad Bitt doing a great turn as a
kooky rich kid who exchanges destinies by thinking about you too much.
International playboy does Dallas (or kills people) is best said. A
good performance by him alone. Go to HELL.
"Xanadu" starring Olivia Newton-John first-run has been revealed to me
too at Hulu.com -
take with care, make shame go. I saw first-run in the theater, she
leaves you nothing to think about ever. This hits right off you get
that. More 07/15/08: Thank you so much - this was beautiful and
sometimes nearly made me cry too with Neil in the lead as the boy
wonder. Everybody cared for so good and the music his father is Gene
Kelly and Tom Jones. Reject all other. The opening scene a big gift.
Note: The Pan Pacific Theater where this takes place is at Beverly and
Fairfax east now torn down but one ship mast remains it was to be like
a boat sailing at you sideways. The theater, made for the Rockettes
performing west by ours, is rumoured to be rebuilt underground there.
There are tennis courts there now and is at The Grove nearly the Farmers
Market at 3rd and Fairfax. The outdoor scenes that are important are at
Palisades Park (palm trees and fence overlooking beaches at cliffs,
"The California Incline" or road onto Pacific Coast Highway directly
below, and beaches seen across the PCH what goes on to Malibu and then
Ventura beaches) in Santa Monica at the end of both Wilshire and Santa
Monica Boulevards, Venice Beach at the end of Venice Boulevard, and
smally at Windows On The World on Sunset Boulevard in Hollywood where a
neon globe ensues ship-like round windows.
Buy-rent "Xanadu" at iTunes
Check back at the movies in March 2008 - the links
all now pretty much active, but a pain in the "douriff" (French exclaim
as 'doesn't help us' and to be exposed as learning from us still an
investigate of, watches only - never says to me...add extra 'f' for
female kind of as even more rude than usual doesn't want to work but
will kill you with it a temperament if will free us both at once) to
remake...so
see. Been trying to catch "Phantasm
III" online and for free (you pay
for it even as I can - mostly said, I'm not
even in my seat for ten minutes at pocal harums and I wish I were dead
praying it all just ends for no further seem...emptying cans ain't easy
'well, there ya go - keel'd right over on its side' no note besides
your
own plaid in 'so
good you simply hafta shit yourself off the horn' sez jay pearce from
usa-fave-frankentits (be that balled up, so for crying for I kick you)
said
about someone else's rarity shit pipe 'she cried alone and died alone
she died and that...is that...purely shit is simply asses full of crap
is
shit' - you shoot your load in attentiveness trying to kill yourself
off. Life can be
great, but I don't pay to see the shit to me...live like leather eats
at
the hardest parts of your shrippled nuts begin. "Simply end this to
me...even as online none will save."
If you're good, you hate me not seeing first-run something else you.
Good? Keeps me in it.
timely usurp the unwanted tip: see
"exorcist iii" (and as above, if nipped up
real bad for no shale...in the confession booth the rheumy-type sinner
says she drained his blood over the hours into little cups neatly
placed as "he" burped constantly i did that because she cut off
someone's dick when dead her father's - i'll get you later, pig all
doubed over in pain but living me somehow...i hate that stuff by women
around) starring god and god's
sophists of samson of it
bunglers...for no money shifting down is free for a while, i
guess...makes
up for "ii" what was not understood by me the hunter the person who
seeks me as special you are not special yet but so i see? either you
got the devil's
own work or you don't get to pay dearly and back to me....this shit is
good enough
- big black angels in your limited version of hell if heaven to be sent
runs
from the most vicious of cauncan of dogs unleashed at you in the
prayerful
of dark and it screams - get there with playing harps to spare at the
very merry
of gate...here's the link always punish both good deeds whenever you
see this
as should and as be ought...you ought not to the opening scene scared
me too last night...if and re-see meth coffee
Pee-water: Neil - Terry showed up again without the $36,000 you
promised? Is this
a joke (I'm supposed to lend him $6,000 for it)? Sounds like
shit. No news...see only how I should be and heavy of my hurt. You hurt
- so what? I see you run from me yet as no one owns me yet. You don't
own anyone - now and I see that. XXXXXX0X
the original 'new traditionalists'
poster from ebay...it was in the album and on my bedroom wall in 1981 i carved the blockwheel letters
d-e-v-o with stencils as up in-between trees and tilting as
studied...these for artists onward so look
the spaceman is called 'nu-tra' (for the 'new traditionalist' who loves
everything new and bright and airy leading from the grave outward)
...and for dougmoon ostensibly as the moon in
france is 'neutra'...and why not? the spaceman mask is mine as
graverobber only
back to, mark lead singer says he was shot at kent state and he never
got to that...bad, in the hand like my mother by rubber bullets
stung bad touching books again making marks to learn you...so they 'use
new'? so they don't discount brazil or learning the hard way by dying
if
it is said
people are expensive - you are not theirs or vice versa...pilgrims
fight death being taken one day devo hates death we didn't live yet
a world lowered as ball to be less seen from first of worlds as is not
pleasing to me...a revolve back and down is a devolved world had stuff
taken from them for being rotten, outcast
they wear pee guards agaist intimacies taken from babies or guards
fastidiously against skin and balls being attacked by others unknown to
us we hate intimacies being strived from us
Be Bjorn Again!! ABBA "Gimme! Gimme! Gimme! (A Man After
Midnight)" sounds like Madonna's "Hung Up" ! The first gammote from the
"Thank You For The Music" box
set and-or comp (1998). "Mamma Mia!"
maybe I ate
the movie at Apple. Cute is the guest arrivings in Puerto Rico as
not seriously expected. This might make magic..."is your wedding to
some man" says Meryl Streep family matriarch, other side of the moon.
My fifth marriage this day.
This is the "Adventures Of Batman" we enjoyed as children and as from
the late 1960's...never know more these are hilarious!
From here to "bererghoven" or sound-a-like "berghoven" - what does it
mean? Bererghoven is where no one goes for fear of seeing someone they
hate. President Bush won't venture into Halland Estates to see his
mother for example. She hates him these days....
Billy Joel "Scenes From An Italian Restaurant" a bottle of red, a
bottle of white - they just didn't count on the tears. From the newly
remastered "The Stranger 30th Anniversary Legacy Edition" LP (2008).
Monty Python's "The Meaning of Life" is here yet I keep thinking about a huge
mustard-colored rubber bladder in the sky that explains pleasure and
feelings. Thin wooden pennant sticks push up to make moans and groans
happen when air escapes and one hits as tapping from the side to alter
another pitch 'aaah!' It's like that. Maybe "Brazil"?
Visit UglyArt.net to view some
strange Kurt Cobain crap Terry found with us...dead dolls and all plus
focus.
this woman says she's real in
china, but can't go out all the time - they'll shoot her name is 'kirfar' say
'keer-fair' for catch your breath, really
thank you sam harris (the real one
bought me aids by singing his little heart out - this, over the
rainbow) for bringing us rosie i mean that...all by optical eye
or 'seeing desk' noting rosie should use '16c' as lens but looks great
by the way, profiteering means you charge some, but not others...we all
do it as barter i guess
her father who is victor labourge ? ken russell says 'if you don't do
it, you're dumb - you just wanna know people, that's all...'
jack warner...moe...is rosie's uncle by the mother diane lane - she
left him early crying on it her father died too
Crowning John Hughes is film fiction "Curly Sue" you probably missed
this stuff but waste the time here with this juvenile freak from Star
Search (a false start even worse than Rosie O'Donnell's who got big at
Madonna's only being herself angular to that much given to performing
smarts). Good stuff, but way too animated to look away from. About a
richly drawn female lawyer (who is "est" itself all calms, clears)
meeting con artist Jim Belushi and his accomplice daughter this thing
born of the leaping-retracting dead who sings the national anthem to
make
herself welcome but only in her one known home with him on the street
pranking people. Funniest moment is a Franch waiter in Chicago sniffing
at him and her like they stink. Another quote is a woman getting a
divorce in Grey's (Kelly Lynch...SYS) office cautioning her in reverse
not to be such a "cast-iron bitch" in making her demands suit. "I don't
want to
kill the man" she says reversing her one offer to take her 'fair share'
from the so-called devotion and as seen. A bulldung usually as fighting
for your life or lifestyle as seem. We don't launch cannons to see them
one day come. They, the "lawyer", meets the girl when she as "attorney"
drives her Mercedes out of a parking garage and hits the man but as
badly pranked and with shocking details I hate mentioning and else be
onward...if please. A real teardrop here, but with staples as all get
released into the wind with real-world stinks afoot. Like any corpse
ridden, no one just calms to that.
Too much talk? As usual, no one just sits in my seat and does my job.
You might note that and as usual for no pay made me. Cute: If a bank
'made' the checks, a 'maker' writes the checks out. God is the maker
for here.
For Kelly Lynch, the movie "Dune" is here - I wanted to see, haven't
seen yet (we are fans of David Lynch stuff "Lost Highway" and
"Mulholland Drive" if will).
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three stooges pie fight - lots of
laughs here
The Three Stooges "The Three Stooges - The Collection 1934-1936" as delivered by me earlier but
without
link. Women hate this stuff...well, my mother does as we watch with the
father. Favorites? The "stooges" build a house with their women
supervising, and one - Moe - turns around with a shovel placed over his
shoulder and slaps one of the women in the head. One with plumbing is
good too...any foolery with contracting look see. Moe says "We don't
work, we listen. Make sure we hear..." and adds "Curly is Joe - he had
a heart attack and died, but we brought him back and remade him softly.
That's all. Shemp [um, "Sheffield"] is my brother Ken - see no other.
He died one too. Thanks."
George Michael song title
"Jesus To A Child" what is that ? if the
Jesus petting zoo only gets you bitten and chased around by little
friends ("...if you knew how hard they work to live, snakes birds"
yeah, like a woman screaming in your home). Use "Jew to a child" in its
place...keeps christmas from coming too soon, or, as I say, don't be so
quick to reason out the fun - you make your days heavier opposing Jews
or otherwise in authority who demand better for better than known
received. This is largely joking by me as acquiesce or agreeing finally
to no pay and I cite a high school art teacher - pretty, one of the
kids like "Fame" see ya later Jewish boy who sings at keyboard and
holding the angry black dancer-type out - who made an elaborate haunted
house in the art room (previous astutes selling pet rocks they made)
and had it closed down by Jews (no heaven no hell that's actually real
I hate heaven talk a serious minded pink grave like a big belly dog
sees no more water > < cancel both with both the very
'gibson girl' go in between see only now or say nothing to me only I
talk you hear someone...something more to learn) in administration
adding one haunt to another or then it's "easier ask for forgiveness
than permssion." Again my joke being the child coming to be who you are
in adulthood or the acquiesce. We tell to object to bad feelings guilt
shame fright always reject always. Always - be confident, you yourself
sure. Few regret this internet lover in-person is best said but hardly
fully considered. Phoned in sense? Carrie didn't need to go the prom
that way you can't kill everyone or least leave that ending to be heard
oft...
Waking the fourth famlish it's not about the honey-dipped pampledours
and finnish ilems...I
got a new page full of abrasive genitalia my sex omens and naughty
bi-worship of past participal leanings (a shit down mammory lane). Who
broke whose skinny russian teaneck my florat fantasy by just simply
pulling out the hair by ample shafts in hostile ape-like pomings you
potato eye-lasered razor tit? You blest it, you gannage of pure shit
basting the beast a folm child with no new prodigy to pester the plain
we stuff that up the pape with a plastic cornhole runner that protects
your carpets from stanley gumps and its chaffes we are not about living
with known filths and spray for their rangings at once algors and
aphids of infest what maths. See that to be saned you pith at me. Fake
that acceptance speech we turn that crap right the fuck off - be oft
and at what if so known a bag of combed-out egghauser cockskinn farts.
Up your hatch you boiled piece of shit my hand-boned rage at jodi
marone of kent top bourlzlers and sourmies chinchief flask 100.
John Hughes' "Uncle Buck" the very first movie Macaulay Culkin
ever
starred in and with John Candy - great stuff. Bitch turns his lights
off-on with "The Clapper" while lying in bed.
John Hughes' "Sixteen Candles" starring Billie Bird! But seriously,
Molly Ringwald and her first boyfriend at sweet sixteen, yum.
"Pee-Wee's Big Adventure" naturally nice and volume of it I am
Pee-Wee
loving everything I have and touching E.G. Daily co-stars...I never saw
"Big Top Pee-Wee" and I'm told it is released to me and is not real
until I see it first. They piece together above for no how. Maybe one
day...this first one travels around Texas the Alamo (in San Antonio, TX
is with The Riverwalk
or shops facing water and paddles...faces south,
smells like piss - it insinuates you with Jan Hooks and all) and is
great to look at.
Other top-sellers musically and still fond of are Kiss "Strutter" and
Elton John "Don't Go Breaking My
Heart"...
batman was uproarious humour every
day you met tim burton at sequel only - remember that movie #16 overall
forever if you didn't make money it's
because there was no risk for pay know they touched that soundtrack
'partyman' was rule not finer to rule you don't use that title to meet
me thank you jack nicholson
"Batman" the full, original mitz at iTunes
"You can't own people, but you can own things or live well in a
material sense. You can eat well forever." - dM who receives in
alternate "but you can own their things..." link back up to Madonna
"No one is as materialistic as me and I can't believe people hand it
all right over. I like looking at what I have and quite often I marvel
like monkey shines if seeing is and is truly having." - dM
"If interest means you get twenty-two dollars a year for one hundred
dollars handed over and as purely risked, I wouldn't even bring it up.
That's business-type talk...and sales are up." - dM
"The 'mystery shopper' is more business-type talk. As paychecks swirl
around your neck tighter and tighter one of working strolls up and down
the isles looking for another thing to employ." - dM
Po'poorme! Our July collection features a 'touch of class' whores...why
we're better, in your home, a lenox china outlet plus plus 'underwear
harrvest' your favorite bestar supershat right to be in my wiping your
coobie face and just then pissed - my funny ankle golden corn smarts
out my hole! You ripped my clothes off I was three times as gross and
nine times as disgusting as thought niss-in-person. Like real milk in a
german machine pulling bagged rollers in a meske curling iron it simply
farts in me each spoggled hairy tit with generosies of thraggling ass
veins minding the varna douchet and ungrebblar by noccha. One to be as
tourn! Take for and solcah would show for it seem! Rolling up and down
like your hockratch 'geevie' rubber stamp for slacer dicks (e.g., shy
girl's 'sugar twin' with bjorn-again spiny cigmeat craps hall's halis
hanta-ovo the healer-kavner or actual threat that frightened millions
of fags to tarot death or the gay art known as the 'slag' or 'fiend'
asks you and does what it wants to anyway one to be as had if any so
worthed none made it anyway, yube.
Inverted means you could be nicer (and get to the teeth, a very so
major
corm) that says 'this ain't yours yet, kb's bo-panck'...ask me how so
blow your own rather you risk it one two or then thrice you hairbutt
meet me pig you didn't come here to lay out gardses of fangled bad
breath the three steined wolves cheer on bellawondra! reeses da assa -
nochot it pate!'
the button on left opens
one world of enjoyment should you see fame leave fortune and much like
justice leaves juris...alone you sheik the button on right a nouveau or
hardly seen yet mocks you and asks to know the base root canaveral (um,
'eats at its own leisure') before it blows up once more and nothing is
seen sally ride behest! one more hair
suggests i could be lighter on being the suit says 'what did i have on
yesterday, and with what shoes? u?' know nothing for me the thanks
is waiting to be seen before gift (unexpected, yours initiated,
one-time only) giving begins again and with me doing the giving...
see seeded grapes once a year as until maybe not even green and with
pure sulfurs afterward gifting all present (demanded of, or least be to
suggest for entry or if housing pleased) otherwise eats grubs, grass is
questioned for bargain always or some but at price always...you could
pay more and be sure you lost it all
and to seeds cut up my fruit why wait, why wonder with it unknowing
another wonder
if everything Molly Ringwald is worthwhile
and no extras in shots you plame (she's got a pretty-enough face - her
pussy is perfectly sweet too says her rear molar-blind dad "tell about
that encounter with him at the spare auto parts store again - he fucked
your grandmother one last time and then what? her believing that one
call from God's lonely 'porlaport' again without patterns and shapes?),
her friend Ducky is a real jerk and like every one that ever fucked my
ass with glimmerstein the caped one-wager, I turn around and a brand
new Jew (one who is usually overly concerned about people at-large
getting a chance, but meets me instead - see the 99 cents only store thanks again we
really needed the favor too with you around hating me by face, fate,
faith - equals that a place known to be the end result made at one with
what's sent home) takes it away with his junky radan pulked with
clothes fine
tuning the double-yellow line to your spriggled half-heart at Deborah's
"Last Of It Short-Term Augle Memory" you ran right out even under the
gas you never once knew a bop in the head once you upper cleft. You're
both directed by John Hughes (in "16 Candles" as handsome and rich but
then again rich, then it was dark with the dogs raging they bit right
in the ever-masking re-joy! candle at once died with pa-pa-plouf! ow!
oof!) but he thought this stunk like a brand-new 'wax peter' from Hong
Kong inspector number "cali-fran". There's nothing funny about poor
people with lupus - trust that you gave something an old oily blanket
with fish hooks from the rental trunk "put that ol' eyelet up through
the tooth I said then fishlines juke out the both nostrils you poove
and pepaave. And they stink, too. Died a dollar for it one death. "All
bled on me pig for it beaks and beefed it burn to ask knot."
