An Afternoon Spent At Dunellen Do I Have To?

Yesterday A Day Of Machines

All I Want For Christmas Part I

Oh, God Another Ruse To Fit Inside

As I Enter My Thansgiving Prayer

All The While You Were Wondering

The Man Who's Escorting Don Juan To His Bride Knows Nothing Of It

I'll Try And Keep Today's Report More Normal

Of Course You Are Going Straight To Hell For Opposing Me Once At Strength But Why Not Let Teddy Ruxpin Say It To You Best

Fourteen Original Creation Beings With It I Am 11/21/03 1124
By repeat demand I care not to dream it (as who, what, where to this a world of):
Bartholomew > Abraham > Jesus > Doug Moon
Meredith > Mary > Geraldine (mother)
Michael, Archangel > *no incorporeal > Richard DeSandre (demon, friend)
Luke > *no incorporeal > Paul DeSandre (demon, friend)
Matthew > Isaiah > Chris Moon (brother)
Mark > John, Baptist > Fran Ermi (friend)
John > Lucas > John Fitzgerald (friend)
Montgomery > *no incorporeal  > Terry Jackson  (ex, roommate)
Marcus > *no incorporeal > Robin Guthrie (famous, music)
Desdemona > *no incorporeal > Elizabeth Fraser (famous, music)
Esmeralda > *no incorporeal > Toni Halliday (famous, music)
Sebdursa > *no incorporeal > Dean Garcia (famous, music)
Frederich > *no incorporeal > Paul Diaz (friend)
Bryant > *no incorporeal > Timothy Kyles (friend)
Desmond > *no incorporeal > Alan Tucker (ne Moon - Nix)

All seraphim (handles our world to it). More later - no barking I'll bite.
Pay attention - I got fourteen (14) sons of age too, you'll remember. Lots of hosts here. We all came or devil you to it.



While You Were Thinking 11/21/03 1515
I was just talking to a friend out loud in my room no one there and all and I answer my doubt with "Oh, yeah - well, did you know...." that there is no Mexico in South America, really? Oh, sure - those smarter know that there is only Texas in the North American root and no more all the way down to the Panama Canal. All of Mexico is on the left looking up and Panama City just feeds off to the Rio Grande what is green with chlorine and weeds (not a natural flow so strong and so lapsing - I've seen it in Nuevo Laredo, Texas it is like Six Flags made it in hoops). Puerto Vallarta (a resort)? In oceans Paraguay at the tip - also Mexico's air signal to "have a boat" - it means "take off on left" [just heading south, but sees the sea as a plane would]. Mexico is us, but barred from here for being else - we didn't want it, really but there is. Your Baja, my breath. What does that mean, really? An evil insubordinate incident made it happen - the War Of 1812 in France. A whig. So there - run and hide. No Mexican guests the right border - you know this. We keep our safe this way. On top of North American continent is an ocean of Galillee (barred to entry it says). North American Strait - runs all the way from Northern Seattle (can't go there either or you'll be shot at) all the way to Quebec of France and out on the ocean Atlantic. Every sailor knows that. Littered with bodies of men yet (natch). Niagara Falls man-made all originated here with this. We dump water from above sometimes a barrel a body back. I've been there too but nothing is as desolate (given back) as Galveston, Texas all Army people done down. Sad. Almost Florida it says but not quite. Eight hundred (800) miles away. It runs Texas, Alabama, Florida like that. New Orleans? In Texas route. Louisiana is mostly Texas proper - a black take-back of sorts by port. Now see that.

Lathers Up So Real To Dumb Simply Pumice It With Lava 2000-3 Oh Sure Cleans Your Ashtepipe Whilst It Dirties Your Dishes 11/21/03 0917
Random thinking: I'm using body Zest now - mind says it has granulated wool in it. I like that. If you put it in a bucket it'll grow sides so luxurious. I usually prefer the Lever 2000 unscented (body-parts #63 A,B - never to whole, a trimble, a duct - especially adores this) but you can't just get two (2) bars of it near major buying decision commitment so to speak my publisher. It's like my favorite brand of toilet tissue Scott white - I have to book a full flight with swingsash and cord home. That I very do - I have enough Scott now in closets to wipe the world down off of evil but I have to thank bulk prices at evert (buying less of) purchasing rates that's real enough to benefit. One day rolls of tower like Legoland perhaps once a small fee to tour our tribute to "Ice Castles". Sure, when I was little we saw the *real* motherfucker Mickey Mouse - the Florida Mickey, the grand mauvre red and black stiff to major as so reals to us - cycled right up a tightrope that bitch was real too Disney On Parade at the Spectrum in Philly. I asked and I saw with blackest ears on the very same day. How did you do my father? Well, my younger cousins went to California, went to Florida. Now, it seems all of "Ice Castles" but not like me I lived on. I got there to all of it too plus some and it was all worth it, Bitch. Those girls - so well behaved though. Us. More of it: Oh, sure I only use Clinique soaps on my face (also definitely preferring powders to liquids - I like my panties memory-free a lemming onced) and Aapri facial scrub from the river Lourdes (true Catholic true Mary was there too), using only defratacts (emerging soaps, lather) to clean sensitive soils of area my beauty lends to thee so dried up as else. With the heat of the holidays, I culture and recommend in sense and feeling Dr. Bronner's Soaps So Lavish Me. After all, I use it (weedy almonds thanks so sweet and stroft if you saw how blood gets in the back of it you'd use a brush too mind tells me that all-one stuff not quite - broken away we say words like "other", "extensis" if not I could see you coming pain-wise for miles and miles your pain to poot right out long before that happens says "you'd suffer me" in it). We support in rude and dare (after all, spearmint flossing is just their peppermint soap reduced and sweetened but done at home - now keep that - perhaps a peppermint pig then Disneyland mint juleps at French Quarter silent shoppe on corner puzzled me for years no McCormick extracts for "spearmint" I now find out you too perhaps add honey some similarly, there is only one vanilla extract of this we learned). Live well to beauty and within. Live. Use both Crest and Colgate says me I was told of. Both do what one another will not. How now to say the 2000's but I solved? The "early twenties" (2000-09). The "twenty-tens" (2010-19), the "twenty-twenties" (2020-29). Do that with pleasing everyone can usually allow.  

One For The Army You Belle 11/21/03 0826
On that last note, I'd like to talk about lead in food and cancer a bit. We here hate aggressive people and see them down to it for scaring us and others in wait. To be bothered by such as we are is not right of it - better clean up your act if you challenge-fight physical alot and tend to slop around. We are meek and inherit more than what's left of it by bold so bodysainted. Martial arts meets a bullet voice of God type thing - practice on my time with me. Shop around - my prices are steep the future is here we and I tend to cry and hate you for having it. But back to, and as a joke, I always tell mind of my abuses "what are you waiting for - a tragedy?" quite frankly, yes and how I'm gonna have "cancers running up and down my esophagus" for the jolly of burns had (powders, alcohol preps). Not true! so says it syrup-black. Apparently, you gotta get stabbed in the throat by metal mostly for that. Or be punched. Oh! the world is lined with people who do better than others always exactly what they're told to do sacrifices now only lying dead of because they let people hit them, they punch people, and are generally distasteful toward argument. Physical trauma is what kills us and never squeeze or hit my heated and unprotected balls (testicular cancers). Never punch my chest or pinch or grab my linings (lung cancer, breast cancer). Never stab or poke me with a hard metal - I'm simply compromised going up against you so perfect and hardly ever cared that much about how people do it light and gentle mostly then okay pre-hostile avoidant a punk. Keep your intruding to hands and I'll eat well in the meantime, Peaches (all of the life-protecting gamma-globulin you can crackers and juice simply doing the right thing may hurt - sometimes I gag on a can so slimy). I'm loving and never thought any of that crap was worth more than getting your ass kicked and good. Do you fuck better than me? Hopeful. And off-base may all happen. Be truly better about things. I'm here. Fait: Remember fighter-cancer - if you're gonna set the example for people in mode (a truth always undone by me), we'll simply wait and see. You ain't gonna sail outta this. Be prepared as to speak is to say. You only ever to say me. Say it well - or else I have you in mind. That is not a good thing, Sweetness to be. Oh, Sweetness! Never say do. Do you. Do.

If Only Long Enough To Say And Then See Yours Back Under It Oh We're Free 11/21/03 0802
It's like I tell the striking hospital workers at the grocery store entrance "You gotta eat." I just pass 'em on the way in so nasty about things see my apologies come I tried to help out but with your paycheck's duties boy you bitches work hard for nothing you gotta call to me over the mile for that shit and then "not of not no sense this ever yet to please, sincely we're laying puts off." Apparently, that's what happens when people don't sell you (I'll let you tell it, my little HMO). Meanwhile, I get so mad going shopping but what's close to me - my roommate almost begging people not be mad as I since enter exit. I'll fuck your rubbin' ass while I carry my popsicles sodas be it a Panda Express and eat a taught bag of beef jerky ("you're gonna get [my] stomach cancer eating beef jerkies it's true" - "really? you [are] already [and] have that, you know....looks like an angry spot on the liver too" play me my game). Sincerely yours hope it's all worth it having the Army around and all doing stuff for free (each a nimbled star). I dunno - I'm scared to hear of it all so remote. That's very like J. Christ coming to Leedsfors. "Thanks - but I'm not sure I needed all that." That's right - better humble to pray all of that mercy right off the steed. Right back to saint I send all that. All of that pert service is a bit damning of you see. Have a bump. Higher God.    

Boiling The Bottle Might Grant You Too A Few Extra Wishes While Instead Of The Wished One Rubbing So Hard On The Thing 11/21/03 0711
I'm like a Rockefeller to our government with my dad these days - "I threw a few more pebbles on the ranch." They're all "You got a baggie of rocks one day hitting the need." Huh? "I'm just gonna hafta put a little extra Lanacaines up on the itch, I'd say." Brrrsy! The fridge burns it. "Ooo - all of the buttery stroft lanas in there with an extra smart of the cainseses, Dou(g). Feels like I'm settin' on fresh as a daisy - more to a French powderses but. Seems if the quality." I dunno. "Says right here the 'extra whitening formulas' - a degree would know better." Oh, yeah? "Someone said they got the AYDS living in a little metal tube with the Small Pox virus. One goes 'round and 'round inside the tube trying to get out, the other keeps popping up into the air. Yeah - I hear they got the tube all rubbed down with the Icy-Hots - like janitors in a drum. They said it'll never get free." Really? Thought you said there were two of them? "That is to truth, but only the small pox wants to get out of it - that's the one that keeps jumping up and down. The AYDS just loves it the change of seasons and all. Besides, it thinks life is good for the small pox again. Sure - one day, a fever with chills."      

This Is Linear Fact Simply Have Some 11/18/03 1735
Some people assert "skived" (taken without much said) here as too much to take, too much personally sculpting. No - and thanks for sitting while I rebuild histories for myself. This is about fighting hard to pay attention to certain things. My world, object - not sighted and relieved. I bothered to know it simply extruding (mainlining) without most stuff involved. You bothered with less too - I see it on you and do well for it. Ah - no one cares anyway. I never moved on from a sighted victory ever to you. I was always right about things, and never seek to take any of it out of its original context. I abuse thee otherwise. You had your chance.



You Needed To Know At First It's Just Me And You Now 11/18/03 1704
I loved the whole idea of the Internet - no matter how high the house down, now it's just me and you to so intimate. No matter who I was to governance and stance, here I am for it. My roommate last night on a winge pulled up Madonna's revision-mix of Lucrezia's (mid-Spanish for half French as "sped it up" to sounds else, or even "half-crazy") "Live To Tell" it's only her with mixmaster David Bascombe or Robin Guthrie doing Spanish Harlem. With that ended, I think back to 1983 or so (college, start year two) and Madonna's first album hitting me over the head with "Burning Up" but only as "dance". Everone knows dance goes nowhere and feeds little, but here it is again. Oh, sure - I heard the "Lucky Stars" and then "Holidays" (people love that kind of shit - just like Cyndi Lauper's "Girls Just Wanna Have Fun" mighty simple anthemics - all just doing your thing across "Borderlines" and then color lines but I tend to think off and "what's wrong with this right here?" as guilded by glory and trying "what's up?!?") Cut to "Physical Attraction" MP3 (7.3 Megs) for my personal follow-up to bite in after the harder dance of "Burning Up" and then we'll try to keep it going for you. This was just dance, after all, and, prior to, just like any American life still in the box. That's the American way - just winning it from you. I get this now: "scathingly stupid" that must be Neil's influence all puffed up and of his mother. Update from today on e-mail I loved this: "We want your opinion of, but with audio [so others can hear at too]." I do that.

"Um, Yeah - I Heard You Have A Discount For Snak Club Members..." 11/17/03 2055
Bravo to John Waters (and cit de eine Bruce Hainley) your little art-sex manuel (a "manuel" cites boys in Spanish, a "manual" men - it's all to coffee talk) so funny to "M-x-lly Ringwald" indeed (stop in to see that - as fucking gross as anything in majeur de "Pink Flamingos" as now only over on DVD). I love that one within page for "Old Reliable Catalogue" (all males posing naked, like, right off the street - so skanky I die right of it) at ten dollars ($10.00) but each I'd pay. I personally have that single one issue (you made them all I hear with silky good taste so this unmerciful you) and recommend it highly our destinies crossed. Psst that one blond guy with crossed confederate swords tattooed on arm you and I but together I see it in my eye. You are dead? No - and plan to sign books here at Book Soup on November 23 (see calendar of). Maybe us I'll cry. P.S. Hope you don't mind - I cleaned up the book's cover in Adobe Photoshop at once sensing ethnicity (I mean c'mon - 5th grade sperm?) 

A Little Bit Of Me Exchanges For A Lot Less Of You Or To Rose Water 11/17/03 1827
Toni Halliday and company asks of "rose water" in cooking a bit epicurious we'd say - what is it for? We only see that stuff in Mayfair now Gelson's hey, they take a bad boy without checking see ya later no cash back though. Rose water (um, "rose wooter") is used to keep potatoes blackened or without soot. With rose water, potatoes won't darken in the pot and pollute an affair with discolor (garlic does it bad - always pinkish to brown them off). Consult your recipe and menu. I talk with mind about the rose and we laugh over Japanese beetles together you'd see it all full of holes. We love 'em. Styles on this page getting mixed? A little gift - a little me, a little you. I know what you have is nice too. A mixed bag to end this (see Apple's "Safari" browser to know better of be a good sport - competition equals excellence, features new, and sometimes abort).

Death Unto Me Or No Death Without Me Says It 11/16/03 1025
Someone asked me to say this but yes, Robin Guthrie's little death three (3) months ago was by far the worst to die with in my sleep just after falling. A hurling swirl of yellow and red (reportedly bedroom colors, I hear) I nearly died myself in that. I verily (mostly and then some) woke up and tried to kill the world after that - trust it and how. So, take the win on that one I died in it too. Other than that, three (3) or so more punks sifted out of my left arm as heroin bumps or something you crips eat my shit. I die to notice you - what is it? To know it happened for sure you did. No death strikes me as particularly meaningful yet. But, oh - so hard on me. 

Steaming In Highest Praise 11/17/03 0823
I see iTunes relocated Stevie Nicks' "Landslide" Fleetwood Mac from the very first album anyone cared about ("Fleetwood Mac" 1975). Make sure you do better than "The Dance" has to offer this version that song is special I burned out on it long ago. However, you can still get it through Sheryl Crow's musical profile. Fleetwood Mac offers a real prestige to anyone that might cover, but are you famous enough? To blow up Stevie Nicks would could should? No one will.



My Only Mind Saves Me Yet Again 11/16/03 1912
I play and talk of Fleetwood Mac "Fireflies" MP3 (4.3 Megs) fantasizing at once that when one overhears this thus they think it's from the new record "Say You Will" it's that obscure and just that good to me. And as promised once, twice, three times to you. To use, I compare my traffic quote at forty percent (40%) of my bandwidth-month from after the 4th and find that only fifteen percent plus (15% +) use of allows this to be yet. Be that to me. Never to abuse, a budget to see things of. To a lyric sees Sing 365 and it's perfect of.

Much Of The River Styx Hang Man Is Coming Down From The Gallos And I Don't Have Very Long

Going Around Singing This Last Night Over And Over 11/16/03 1439
I was singing this accapella (without sound) last night for self fun know the lyric proper Alicia Bridges aka Shirley Bassey "oh i love the nightlife | i got to boogie | on the disco 'round | oh yea". In Summer 1976, see Stevie Nicks-Fleetwood Mac "Rhiannon" duke it out with Andrea True Connection "More More More". Who won more? Now you: Today's un-song is Neil Diamond on heroin's light singing "gruse" ("nothing affecting" per him and Barbra "toots" once again not - stick to "You Don't Bring Me Flowers" - "you used to hate to love me | you couldn't wait to leave me | and after loving me late at night | someone good for you babe - this is feelin' alright" now I'll simply kill to it E.T.) "turn on your heartlight | let it shine wherever you go" as pinching both nipples for warmth after this.  Me and my friend just sang Michael Jackson's "Ben" ("ben the two of us need look no more | we've both found what we were looking for | with a friend to call your own | you'll never be alone | wait - someone better's on the phone") to a video store looking to if the original "Willard" (not no - Ben is the head rat in this movie as sung by Michael a friend to such rats one might assume) we're famous again here. Now see that. Rock star reveal from on TV: Hillel Slovak of Red Hot Chili Peppers who died is simply Flea - period - and reborn to this. Someone died.

I Was Gettin' So Mad An Album Play Per 11/16/03 1307
I finally found out how to stop iTunes from playing the next song on the library list: you gotta uncheck "[ ]" the box next to on each a song - or else that next. I was trying button on the bottom a vicious circle of play to indicate and no effect. Now you may know a peace of it too. No I don't read anything to make my mark of it happen by index - I wait to hear of you not a hurtin' by it. Read of this kinda stuff in Samuel Clemens' voice.

A Real Ralphs Has A Real Coinstar In It 11/16/03 1203
God still consecrates (makes me in it) the grocery store-supermarket with a Coinstar in it to count out our change with buttons present and issue a cash voucher for immediate payment at the register less nine cents ($0.09) on the dollar but you buy. There's a makeshift (not seen so readily as such) Ralph's at Doheny and Beverly (an old Jon's Westward Ho Hughes or something) that fails to live up to Ralph's usual standards by not having one present but I cite. Voices asked me to stop there first I hadda return to Ralphs at La Cienega and Beverly or Third to see my prize done. Never let the Jersey "Didn't I see you at the Coinstars?" defer your joy I have this firmly en route and count my change. We in life seek to reduce stressballs for being exceptive or that what comes with the annual unexpected guest known of. Other: Great new bowling alley the "Lucky Strike" at Highland and Hollywood I been there with extra-fancoir inside dinners full bar and cantina. Find that and couture me (know what I know).



Seeing You At The House Of Blues On Sunset Is Like Being In Heaven 11/16/03 1018
Neilsy says in mind that the Sun Theatre of Pomona became the House Of Blues Anaheim. I scarce believe it. The House Of Blues Sunset is like seeing someone in Heaven so close and so well done to you. Keep that said for good prices all the way around. I walked to Chin Chin (americanized chinese, kinda) last night for take out in the rain (getting people to walk with me in that so is no small chore I love it magical times at light and night) and loved that Yahoo! billboard in neon (not the one pictured but close enough for you) if they only could change my prominence. Chin Chin (chicken fried rice, chinese chicken salad - add chicken rolls in plum sauce as appetizer) will deliver for five or three dollars ($5.00 - $3.00) in West Hollywood but still I walk it was raining. Also of note is Tangerine in that round floral at the pinch of Sunset and Holloway. Bit of a diaper smell in there, but the warm coziness is beautiful. Hold that. More: Oh, yeah - I stopped in Book Soup earlier to see that new Madonna picture book (as now "only on the west coast") and it is light excerpts barely none from her "Sex" book printed, as literally, on texture tissue paper in a just bind. You have to ask for it (a plastic slipper) at the back desk and they warn you it is three hundred fifty dollars ($350.00) of nonesuch to bear to crease. Not yet to I. Gayest faggots (those that burn right off with presence bearing - an affluence says this) bought "Sex" when the "Erotica" LP came out and passed it around like a crab signature at a book fair. Madonna reportedly sold eight hundred thousand (800,000) copies of that tome, but not to me. I thought the entire project fine of though - the video-song "Justify My Love" is bold and brassy any way you whip it.  

Redusting Ronald Reagan To Coin 11/15/03 1738
Ronald Reagan - our finest president to nary a date now to be coin. An inscription bears a dream to one at hold I cure thee: "We have every dare to dream held within us. We have the right once taken to take of it and to make ourselves known to heroes and abroad. We have the right to speak of ourselves as such, and to see of such of it to taken. We have thee within it." So of God. A bible breaks thee to open and then to less.



It Ain't Over Just That Yet 11/15/03 1451
Being God, I give others the gift of sane - say Cocteau Twins "Blue Bell Knoll" - and the return is never-the-less interesting to me. From one grand of tour de forth to another yet seen, I give to be given to. One to pinnacle of feeling is that of Jane Olivor "Chasing Rainbows" (and see iTunes to know of, actually), and I accuse showqueens of having my mercies daily: a house to call a home, a river to run by, a plague to know us as to harm you. Never is this repaid as grandly as in fall sweeps or as in making the grade with tune as such and as seen. With other yet tune ranging from "I've Been Chasing Rainbows" (my last encounter with real vivid in Glendale ending on top of a parking garage near Warner Bros. just a year or two back), "Lalena" ("that's your lot in life | Lalena | can't blame ya") and then this the shotstopper "It's Over Goodbye", one never fails to find their heart in the matter - no matter how heartless of to cruel this beyond thou. This dragqueen made records to insult Barbra Streisand during a time when she paid and others played ("Oh, she's a big star in France.") Onward, if your record makes more than this (all stipped on CBS Columbia eat wax) Barbra, we'll fund it one day. They did and they didn't, but the end is never clear for a Jane Olivor (see the rumson or clearing of it from below) as weak knows no value to hold anyway. Many thoughts, many words, many Lalenas to hear of and by. We present to that and the name means "never to be heard" as such in French unless yours tool calls. Calling back again, you to feel with this now. Feel with. A public domain has this and then again, somehow you feel as though life has passed you by. I'm only seen as interesting enough to know of it. The name: "Olivor" well said is a take-off on the French "olivare" (say "olive-or") - "if you bring that here, I'll leave [it]" it says. Never to bring. A "jane"  or "jowla" insists on doing, the French say. "Tarzan"? Top zane or reason for being. A real tingle to be with that.

Now That You've Honored Him I Can Be With You 11/14/03 1553
Quoting-honoring scholar Gore Vidal, LA Weekly November 14-20, 2003: "The Founding Fathers would have found the USA Patriot Act to be despotism in spades [a call for acts of violence using other people's hands]. They would have hanged anybody who tried to get this through the Constitutional Convention in Philadelphia. Hanged." Simply stated, Jefferson hated community service of any kind ending with pledge. He would have hung you for that outside of Philadelphia on farms miscellany. Trumpet drawn-and-quartered (tied to horses at three-way branch to pull your head off) for offenses as such of marquee or selecting your date of heard on. One misstep in the direction of others at wait or of France saw you there so being pulled at. France sought exemption and got none but so heads pulled. Not on this soil would you think of else and say of to. A woman, as such, cherishes a thought else. We, of little. Thanks - say me better. Of Langley, a Jefferson's true home - a rump.

Grandmother Moon's Country Gravy Let's Review 11/14/03 1415
Finally, Grandmother Moon is dead but living in me (all after stroke "Douglas?!? Where am I? I don't know where I am I'm scared..." something like that I pulled the plug on her darkness yet of). Her country gravy (and make biscuits) ensues: The all drippings from bacon or sausage meets one rounded heap tablespoon of yet flour in a skillet pan to brown. The gluten of wheat so pops open during this browning I bubbled you add milk to thicken and then lighten of to sauce. You salt then pepper to taste pouring over toast or such at egg, breakfast meats. I make to eat this myself. Incidentally, Epicurious found nothing of like this.

Yet Another Foible I Tea To Eat Your Peaches 11/14/03 1149
It wasn't too long ago that I was on an iced tea kick now with real lemons but to again a very elegance (Grandmother Moon was known for the finest iced tea in chilled glass jug - so red the rose but boiled her sugar with tea done and then lemon and lime juices and they by bottle she'd claim nice enough may stay up all night for this maybe not see next our country gravy to ruse) making my own now so little to taste. After such made, pouring hot water into a glass margarita ("margas" is of males stronger, "margherstas" is weaker yet a female sees it first, then you) pitcher may not be the best of sides. Oh, you hear the cracking but tiny within (what's that you see?) and then plush warmth to all over you seat first (this a gift by Crate And Barrel with glasses entouch or that go with it - all called "cha cha"). I was having sootes with another in mind and then this as only in my frogged underwear - what to think? about my pleasures up front? Luckily to my burnt dube, I ate my peaches as told (removes aspirin your arsenic) and no such skin of mine had to boil at first with the water as comes barely a sting you. Otherwise, I Lanacaine as so soothes my fingers of early youth as to check my boilpot for steam first. Lanacaine eases the crying, my hemorrhoidal tissue (so too check the tube for burner). Eat your peaches too - they hold out what holds the heat to you should be able to go right through you are only water and tend to take leave at such.      



For The Price Of A Button 11/14/03 1030
Last night I stopped by Omar's Exotic Birds (pop-up windows allowed on please) again to say hi (I do this often) and the giant frenza (from top of head - red, yellow, then blue) finally came to be with me on my arm. He just crawled right on at majest and decided to eat one of the plastic buttons off of my Banana Republic safari topjacket - how illsuit. Never try and take a lovely button from a dining frenza simply flipping it around and around on tongue. It makes you feel bad for your coat and other, but there are other like buttons sewn within and I replace at will using same thread too. You know how I feel about a 'king of creation' type picking on things and holding their own truth (I've seen too many dog incidents fly off the handle yet still I pleasure it now where's my just add olive oil for gravy), but this was a small price to pay for the imitimacy we'll next an eye. Although demonstrated at lively and show, I don't believe in picking these huge tropical birds up at a shy (they tell me much in the head as beings found and prosper me a good wish often they hurt of pull and twinch) but sometimes the affection binds us as both of us traitors me and my friend beckoning someone to help it off me now. I only hope to the button phase passes and no bite ensues of it. Pay again. Tips: Cold air coming in from the door shocks my birds. Attract cold with a bucket full of bleach or water for one (1) hour after closing the door to cold. It settles birds right down. They can't stand the cold after hours. A bird needs Minnesota grass or Kansas grass from the plains - a bluegrass - dried and made saleable by heat lamp application to browner. No nutrient value, it is just snack for them a full belly to keep it moving. They eat little. As for cold, it comes to rest where cold is welcome at rest - in water or bleach is okay, a light surfactant (suds) will do nicely. Feel your semi-full sink after a night of little done. Brrrrr!



Marilyn Manson Once Asks Who Is Ezekiel 11/13/03 1714
I think all of those bird feathers are necessary to flock around so would say. The feathers make the name an "ezeke" (say "ay-zake") is a Hebrew national bird, an "iel" (say "eye-all") one of them. Say the name. This bird ruled France once as Henry HR (honorable, after means of God, before as after this) II. Henry HR-2, as we would say, never had fear and never had folly (wishes of death or delight at once - being silly, rambunctious, or forthwith without fear at once of the feared). He would magistrate people and knew Mozart feverishly (a couple one might say - Mozart was Marcus or Robin Guthrie). Together friends would say no to that but we stayed anyway. Ezekiel is known for hate of others beyond ruling. He hates them and makes them stay back a while. I personally know that no one likes him except I. No one. He is a son of mine also. I have fourteen (14) here living with us. Name one this. A father may to be but a baker of sorts. Bake back once in a while it says me. Portrait: The art is weak, but I like it as clipped at a bit. Click on the picture above a Manson original by Bart I call it "Iodine, My Only Mother To You" or "Shirley At The 'V': Ketchup And Burgers" I'd say. At forty-five thousand (45,000) sheques I'm at once outsold. This is your mother at rest? Finally to down I know it's special. I went to find a picture of feathers and then this a bargain spirit. Update: This our friend Shirley V. in a waged photograph after having lung cancer surgery. Her breast is open to wound as drainage and her mouth covered with an iodine pad for breathing sensibly. A chronic smoker-hacker with rhuematied leanings (heroin pills at such - call 'em at you will) she simply died often upon retiring or getting it all up each day. I tell old people prior they retire to die as my observation too much always lying down, but to handle not this said. Shirley rests with us now, but to each a warning of it. Her hospital bill states the cost of photo redone at forty-five cay ($45K). See me do this to you too. Rest up, Shirley - we have you now as Panone living so well behind us that gorgeous pool. This just in from "Spyder's Soul Kitchen" per the November 2003 calendar section: Shirley, at rest, thought she was sat. "Keep me sitting upright" she'd say to no one there just lying.          

Let Me Explain One Memnar 11/13/03 1401
Let's face the facts once to again - my humour exceeds your taste of. My mind. With that, the one ruse of a Persian woman's clad stockings of her "memnars" (memories verboten) being used by a prout - a Jewish woman - at games bingo for a charmed luck is my staple of hath. The whole putting your hands on something sacred for gains forth - nevermind to onward you - is my bag. The laughs I've had! to shake my grits a tooth bracelet, a wrist cached (open turned) once once. A "memnar" is given to woman at birth to signal her keepings toward man - her man - in a box. A chastity of sorts, no one may enter to see me in it. A female might to may keep a daughter's "memnee" (a softer memory, a keepsake from mother-type). No one would love her - so to we love her. If pleasing saints (those who hold us accountable for such and done), seek the husband's of memnared fame, they'd say. He is the breadwinner so far of. Understand me - I am this God, not you doing little to have of it with us first.

For Robin Rockabilly 11/13/03 1310
Robin says what's "rockabilly" then? Fourth lange (a "lange" say "lang" is a repeat string played hard) - just playing the fourth string (G) repeatedly with off glances toward others. Just play and play - no words of. Root: "We may have expanded that." No - you just keep doing sound-alike takeoffs. A rudeness, really.

Another Failure To Cite Backwards 11/12/03 2123
The e-mail contact at Neilsy's Naked Highway is delivering "aborts" I see for every attempt to write without erse-female supervision needing a brit nipt. Do I have another address yet? I do not. I need clear paths to or as I clear them. Update: All clear then I see it. Yeah, those pictures are Neilsy in his garage for friends too cute. He's had nose work. We all have even Liz Fraser had after suffering a bump in a car accident that went beak I fear it, 1997. Now it looks like Mac Davis her uncle her father Harry Nilsson. Did you know that? Lets do Robin Guthrie two (2) brothers see: Michael Hutchence of INXS (real name "Bobby" now in France living again), and Justin Timberlake (Bradley). See no more of yet. Update: In my head, I'm being asked to spell "Bradley" as "Bradlii" but that seems gay (done to heal you to this - oh, they say "no it's 'French' my mother is French" yeah that's it so is an Eva Gabor wig). I won't do it. Update: Oh, "nakedhighway@hotmail.com" - now I know better. Thank you, Neilsy.

See And Sense The Return Of The Real Britney 11/12/03 2049
That's the real Britney now you've been seeing we're pleased fresh back from the lab (Saint Morten's) in Massachusetts where she was born. Her stand-in was cute enough, but see Britney doing well of it. Showbiz execs were "improved" with her, she says. Reluctantly, I admit I don't go running after a snotty Hollywood pain-in-the-ass flying planes and others down the door, but we talked one night while I shopped for licorice in a store on Sunset Boulevard and managed to escape the indignity of having to know more. Nice enough in a sad position - see it here and then no more. I know bitches worldwide are gonna wrank over just said just this, but all anyone of friend (all bodycats, at strength) really had to say in terms of bringing it home was that you liked her pussy (my thought). Perhaps we better leave the talking to her and me then. A thought for the wise. Doink.  

Rock And Roll Of You 11/12/03 1543
If "rock" means you play with others hearing all, what would "rock and roll" be? Others can play your tune without hearing you at all - say "G7 in third tense" (a guitar lick strummed, while be it without touching the strings twice - up and off over a bridge - something technical yet). All you needed were the words "oh, baby" usually it said and then go on a great joke maybe about you and yours. Not about sex ever, a "roll" was your command to make songs have no meaning but move on fast. Rock and roll wasn't made by Elvis - nor was it made by blacks off of blues (a standard to no play - just to whine). It was made by God to be as mine. Play then. Do well. Be that.

This Is Our World At A Stink 11/12/03 1209
You know one of my issues is clarings - stating my perspective cleanly while others wait to have their say. Here in our world a fool to woman works hard making all seem as less if as though she were here. She is not here evidently. To wit, no sooner do I clare to errant mind that my name entered in a search engine such as Yahoo! returns me number one (#1) who is that you know I'm God? of course things change your way a corset now number ten (#10) then eleven (#11) maybe sees a reduce at each search of self noted by older cunt. Oh, we see you I say it first at. Why would I, seemingly reducing you forth at each knell of it, be placed under the quip and niddle of "Doug Moon's Controline [seemingly to suggest a controlling nature]" page and other oddness of assort thrown off as this ever to dump by key? Is this paid for by others with else interests afoot? No - it is supposed to be government support of the right answer: the most searches on revealed this to no further act of. No reveal of may mean nothing as no interest does not provide a world to walk on.  Like signal dollars flowing my way, I want mine in object reporting of same (that means as we might sense it together alone) without your palpable stink. Win me, Bitch. As the only Doug Moon ever to know you, I fucked hard to make Doug Controline a non plus, but we don't need of you that service to ever - find back your place. Be right about things - see the glamour up front as being foremost truth. Then eat that.

Do You Think You're Gonna Get Any More Than This Says For That? See You're Free 11/12/03 1052
Someone said "the animal kingdom has no rules" but that living seas of purbbled wallis in the form of naked winche lying all over cross street makes a good case for rumping it out. Is that for God? Yeah, yeah - we see you. Been looking at you and your antic (fright poem - there is only [no] one "we are legion") for quite some time it seems. Making statements again with point and prude? You are already made mental with the sprites of ugly (your behaviors) and now you seek clause of it (a way to harm me more). Have that. I love an atmosphere of carnival (having our way) as much as anyone would, but to prompt is like doing bad drag - it has to be reasoned to well-done. No one cared. Isn't this cold enough out there? After: "You gonna hafta camouflage that stuff if you keep calling on new predators." You know, we always make the food part first, then figure out what's gonna pop up or swoop in and eat it.  

Little Bastard Woke Me Up 11/12/03 1012
I had to hear that little bastard die last night (for my praises I assume) screaming bloody murder up a God in a streak over my head. I'm ever appreciative of the note. While he's busy being wrangled down to it, that scream will come for you. Have that.

Before You Drink Of Perhaps Note Another Great Strategy For Simply Having To 11/12/03 1013
Someone said to me in test virtue - why make water at first? To "encapsulate the world"? That was my first answer back. The reviewed answer, to "stop the world from coming [at me in term movement, not growth]", from being pulled at by space, made me happier too. All bend down now. The world would move without something terse and happy with it giving way first. Dirt made dust like crazy here being pulled on all the time from the gravitational pull of space (of not letting you leave). Water made sense. Now drink up - help keep down your own personal filths as the dust may rise from time to time our exchange for it.

Our Costs Simply Went Down While Forcing You To Have Us Know It 11/11/03 2105
While our negating payments seemingly destined for this then the simply denying to each of us once heard choke the time value out of one another spiraling like tax up the neck, happiness bargains us less for the more of it. Planning to go broke for the better has it? Simply having money to spend is half the deceit, the other left to pay once halved. And after all sought (and as now reinforced to know of perhaps as drastically renamed to still aged but steeped in reclining fortunes of state - a sale you once sold to), know at once that if you had the cash (a thought unspoken to it - we say "resources" to mislead a prophet of doom wince-hovering over a seen-palp of dimpled prostitution and may what come - "keep your delights to the fatted lean" says the only ripened pig who hath no folly such to bear it) you might witness the less of expense scened to value known like an old 'x' (merit one-dimsensual comes right at ya an art) sees to most of student fees 'y' sold by who's smartest yet 'oh'. I take the time of from winningest sense to hear of 'smarter' people making do with less of us everyday a herald to earning more artful our pyramids of cyphil panotechnologies crabbed over it to assist the above-average public-auction insubordinate in as both role-cheat and fate's naught of answer to the rapid-swell of quicksilver if may having had but once said to getting it done I'd cry. To this then if at all indeed, a 'turbo tax' uprights the notion to weed additional scents of savings so say the lone ranger to an enormal tiny tim verning with hate for else of it tall. Like any of life's institutional pleasures ("he came a' caring just a bit too little of it we saw") - they are there, but sullen and reasoned once again by just the likes of you - swimple (swift and steady, no hum), of placid (not interesting but sense of obligation a deed undone maybe yet), as bornded again to those who got it right the first time and had their wages garnished by the government up-front with one exception so say they cite. See then (and maybe you too sense of this probably not) how doing the right thing as abled by same can be extruded as an additional value-tax for other nonesuch you reason me now let it be to me that value I'd take it back to the sale at cost of you reproduced. Let it ride. A local black (as third right advent scientists) may be able to help you rewrite the new rules to talent tax laws to their own governance at once professed and neglected by the type of use that made them king of it once yours. "Live better, and finally of it." - quote by D. Chmielle. In closing, I do little so of what's right these days I can't imagine who's paying you more but never to mind thanks of me later said. My lead-in to additional savings has prompted me to note sugar the other "white meat" and as qualities of Mac OSX. Just one more character named to suit relieves me of my wayward past each consuming timed and booned to new love of once and brood. Sensing no merit esteemed by old people again unlearned by hypno-fact to quaaludes (sight unthreatened press-vest types - no wonder of, you see it there lying softly), I simply army myself a new talent for others and away we go to the true land of superiority vex: kinda feelin' bad about things hadda tell someone new. Old people are there too but differing in spirit and I cobain "it's okay [to] eat fish 'cause they don't have any feelings." So adds just another little something in the way. 



And Now My Feelings Rendered Perfectly By Fact No One Made More Money Than This 11/11/03 1727
In my way, I sing these with autobiographically to not. I mimic if only to deny you the say you sing. I am living art of, not rock's sense of being - quote that to me and we'll hafta understand together. My "Version 1": The Cars "Why Can't I Have You" MP3 (3.7 Megs). New fact: Ric Ocasek is Nils Lofgren's son. Who is Nils Lofgren? he'd often ask to say.

Seems Simple Enough Let This To Be My Truth Or So To Pray You Too 11/11/03 1716
To examine an unwarranted filth sent me a unabomber sans its credible authority (you don't speak for people unless they ask you to - did you listen up again? they said 'no' and here you are - no, no) sees this through to nothing you do understand that for this first: "Traditional, liberal or newschool? Depends on how you were raised. Are we getting political here? Hell, no! This is just to describe your sex life. If you're traditional, delete this mail now. Please. If you're liberal, you get yourself some pills after you've realized that hanging a two-pounds stone from your cock doesn't make it longer. If you're newschool, you happily dabble with things others don't even know about. Traditionals have already deleted this mail. Ahem. Liberals - click here for the VP-RX, the best penis enlargement ever invented. If you're liberal heart rebels, no worry, it's money back guarantee. Check out what VP-RX can do to you remember, if the name sounds like a robot, it surely does a lot of things to you!" Comments abroad (that means without thinking of you - see it here first or know why I hated you with this am I better than you yet? Still here you sit - make me something to remanufacture is of nobility, of retail divine nature): If you're of traditional sense, you need know that no one's going to improve your system of havings once had without the miracle of you having to do this too. Never one to fuck with your successes, your choices are made for you in advance but sometime after the fact seen. You know where it's all going because you risked it else to honor nothing you could say of it parchance it were (that is, or you would have to forget the whole idea of as seeking review by a harsher of standards and you'd rather not seek an advance or once knowing better of it at once and then possibly of) or it may get better than this and you'd only start to wonder. Have know. Come to done. A liberal relies on you then to guide self but as away from here perhaps a kinder thought and may a traditional value of not having to care for what's already and seemingly taken care of. Are you free to starve to death then? To at once kill yourself? That's a mite individual we never actually spoke of you in any frame of reference we chose nothing for ourselves but. Traditionally, you are free to offend me at once, and I am free to be offended by you if to once more, but count on none of this a liberal doesn't actually get much done they care to walk about (show people). We put up our very same walls to keep these in, you go outside to suspect an intrusion by you converting at once yours to brand of "new school" (why we didn't want this to be no ticket of admittance after all we're leaving to this after all we are of spills and of the beans and sees no bird of caught in flight from one word to those the others of said). You're still skipping those liberal classes after all but in and of grandest tradition - a keepsake - sensing at once another scheduling hardship or the "traditional" pursuits of the liberal mind versus the champagne taste of having served your honorself a bit of the bubbly past word or just that soon it said of further at once. This to be liabled once further by the ensurings of libertine endorsements not having you to know or simply knowing to do better seems penalizes the thought you retract. No one pays for nothing needed or any one wanted done unless something else is said or so says the heedless backorder of this to you expanded and ritualized for sanity's sake perhaps we'll wait of its riches also see us to come (we'll wait to see of you first your exhibit eventually of so enlightening to an account of self half-to-robbed of interests afoot and then much to thoughts of accounts said to be undone to untold - you cite your eventual need to be in this we clare it to duties unsaid and thank of you too in much the same way it is said - see that come like stealth of wing you brought nothing back to us again that will answer up and in order). We reverse the right to redirect service to anyone who amasses acceptable risk and forces forward an agreement binding us to say it to you first then no I said beyond being broad that stung me your liberal use of lack of caring. Something like that you'd say it better if it were worth anything more than actually having just said it (we'll stamp this one 'paid' yet to mercies on such-and-such a date "right here you said...." and "what could that mean?" we cite purpose a meaning less for you said). Trying to be, if but thought wording it out differently says "new school" I forgot how to type. No one types anymore eschewing the traditional in favor of a liberal presentation to fact. As ever irreverent to reconte (not having to say - I like examining thought you'd say if you thought of it too) this to may "seems a bit personal" an evervescent 'they'd' at once say if they having spoke more toward what's the thought and then at once simply having read it. No too sure. We see and we do. A description applies you what you liked say that cleanly I'm here and untoward always toward wordsay in a word or less your say here. Say less. Read to me first. A tradition is beyond you of God. I have them for you eat less. Less to me I speak you cleanly enough. Now, die.        

You Can Die Too Sing About That One Girl's Mother One Another Peterless Going Before The Gold High On Crack Trying To Outswim It 11/11/03 XXXX
I saw a trailer for "Peter Pan" (I suggest "TRAILER NR.1, ~Large~" or else - this all through QuickTime) that arrival at window ghastly good. You fucked me up by revealing face to soul I'm all on the "Salem's Lot" path Danny Glick and then how good could this be? That one Jewish child named "Mackual" died at holocaust and thus went on and back to this home a lord of the flies to kill a sister at once so cherished she could fly all the way to Bangkok and back if left once undisturbed by flight (similarly lifted, a Michael Myers convention hears him speak a bit more eloquently to sheik interest on that unexplored subject value of Halloween event: "I didn't hate her. She lived in me too." How could everknell stay that down?) Again of back to Pander, we then of loved him. He seeks lives in our exchange - a glowing as female tinkerbell of thought merely says it worst than this. Live me my child of death and destiny. My earlier self at ten (10) refreshened by lens sees me all dressed up by Mommy and lying deep down but blackened and felt then and at once borne to the light of. We see you in it dying of us still I laugh you down here again and see. I told him as then me "a little boy needs to die a virgin of glory at the hand that hounds it" we simply rejoice at you we died too you know something I said to my child of thee. Once, twice, at your hand mostly. Do it again once will. Once said. I glory thee often for having scared me so bads to be of you and in that box. So bads it feels to you a mostly had of what seems but once said of again it died too. To touch me I said. More: Captain Hook? Myself only. Riding the seas? No - a houseboat of sorts off the coast of France in of Burgundy Shores (invisible to onlook). Three (3) years no lovers see it and I never hafta hear it. The hook of mine? The children tease me and my box hand (black, forken, and folding longways open) asks them to dance, but softly to laughter. It is a ghastly vague to see. They ran after screaming so much joy....and other. Back to the movie, of course Michael Jackson was in here producing for years and I told him  "you're trying to victimize me" with that sensual boy playing the lead we'll both have a little house for boys right next door in Neverland. "Ow!" I write to stimulate the nouhsty glands of women.

Think Like A Jobes Insert Tastes To A Lords Of Leather Fanny Cape 11/10/03 0136
Of course this is coffee talk - what are you? Lace-retarded's button horseshoe? Well rub my lucky dent - make the magic matter more some say you're next I to chafe. Some swear by it simply putting good drugs right up your ass just point and shoot I'd hafta do a taste test first, Colaroid. Coke or Pepsi, using your Belltone fignals loshon right left right right right left right no sound left left? I know it tastes more like the Shasta - RC if you hold your colas - but that ain't what's being decided here. Now rinse again with the flat Tab unless you prefer Horchata Mexico's favorite, I heard that and laughed like someone knows better now when choosing foam. Someone said they like "Amaze" sport drinks just as well now with odd heroin. You just like Damascus tossing rings at the crowd before they move one over to see you kicking the habit using the telesinge mhoorim vasni patch to tangle the hair within. Sacred devour prinkles each two-ply inklisept with samedis cow-piss olfpans, then frabbler, lift curses me off so swivels malakarma's return to each at simul-caste wand seeks udder containment alwa horchats me mine mahatma made. Rigs, twists, echohair, preyon deceives with incyphling odor-mode dilroys, hieroptic gyrostilts with lathersilm dallies, emeral dit-minder, and living-pair crumb cangels both sherm and for body-tan sheer. Garlor-plammed flolarts gabrascince without panty-staining oiblers at tricels dailoo! Petches if for the euro-pil, you save mindlessly errant over time and at post-lever markedness.     

A Dirty Dozen Of Thanks Says This 11/10/03 1220
Still getting those pesky ads about pleasing your partner ("I swear if you touch me again I'll cry") and enlarging your pee pee to meet the unreasonable demands of the insertive but immature at length ("No, not you. Not this time - I called a few people and boy! I thought we heard the last of this kinda creepy personal stuff. Then you did what to have me hear? No - end this pebble flattery to me a troll should live well under the bridge back the same.")  All of these pills and guessing aloud. Just end this. Three (3) lithium two-fifty's plus scotch whiskey does your ass right down to the place penises are made we simply pull the plug for you. You asked us how we did it. How we did it? There is no we you messed around again Aunt Clara c'est spell and arrived like hot piss in the fireplace the air it sparkled some I dream of genies. If you're gonna please me, just do it and make everyone eat shit (brilliant you ass! very some indeed! live like that all crossways notes scrabbled egg). That is nobility. I coward like most of you, but one of these days, a pill for it all under the veiny cob-breast. Powders don't seem to work on these the greasiest of stains and besides it looks like an accident robbing you of your gloryself done to no notes explaining it all they were there now, an enigma. Be true to your self, and then finally to your hate a prestige of in itself pray thou have mine done with. Medicate the reasonable for simply a doubt let to live and have this on the side as God's children keep you their understanding of it research your own ass in the greasy vapors of the past Horton's Fisherman scowling within clouds, a wet-odor - is it me? A gint of mace to the fore sees no fish-peppers, so scurvy-well, Malodor, unless sees rot-gillded scalaworms, monks-chronic halibutsis or frivee le saint of esther's wobble-wart. No one stories me. "Poor poor if pities to me" your favorite song, huh it's you and me against it's a small world after all. What if you lost everything - what then? Something small you say less out of confidence. Revibe. Your legs are bowed because you keep leaving with our stuff. Our compliments end dust within, used junk like new but seems.           

I Would Have Kicked Your Ass Out On The Front Lawn Late At Night For Thinking Like This First Then Questions Should Defer To Your Dirt-God A Sorry Corpse 11/09/03 0343
Like you, I like big talk - "I'd kick your fucking ass....then it's your turn." You know, just doing to you swapside as long as you can take another random hit to the bulch. I'd kick ya for crying I hate tears of clown done down to jackbocks feed it to the tigers we're all of out of showqueens - just a blouse, a jar of Secret roll-on, baby bottles full of Vaseline ("never heat this once - baby Leedfors gets colicky and licks his wastebucket before time is served" no fish limmers for that growl, Tamesly). "Bones, bones." One day it'll be 'pop' and 'click' in fashion order and then that tiger's gonna rip your silk dutchess down over a shoe. Seemingly as numb to real, I saw this album of poopy talk for fast earners cancels all my talk. They call it "Come Poop With Me" with "Triumph The Insult Comic Dog". Song titles to laugh at simp laid egg athetic urise: "Call From Triumph's Son" Tongue In Dial 9-1-1 If Madonna Calls I'm Not Playing With Her Uban Most Now Ring-Dial Vile Homosend Vilagra-22, "You Have To Work Blue", No Road To My Rule: Just Past Haves To Have Nothing Not Wondered Not New. "Call To A Catalog" can be matched on a blind-date with "No Rules In The Animal Kingdom". We have our rules, says anything before bending right over and taking it up the very ass spotted hide result. I ordered alot of wicked turns of horrifying stealth, an imbalanced response by you, plenty more hobbyist thou simple truth, and other junk you cripple to and crave backwards crackers feed my ass. No one agrees to any of this but you are stupid enough to have me over again your feelings are like hinchis balls I snip them and off you go arff! arff! arff! Back to poop, that's like prostitution, incest, heroin, illiterasy, cloth diapers, and interracial lesbianisms (this just in) - it's never okay. Why ask Mordor? We don't want you accepting that stuff for us. Next, it'll be required reading as if each speaks. Life is not read aloud for retards (says hear the pepperidge-voice of Wilfred Brimley on cassette, and dyer's auto-lyre "even if you're shit out of mother's luck on a snowy prairie trying to lure unsuspecting bunnies, cold-starved, up the woman-trail with a fresh-live pile of hastens wintercrap - kept the receipt I see you recalculated tax and tip), we take of it in a criminal sense (I prefer "catalyst" no change made of me yet, then of yours heh heh) and sparingly to with. Why not you? It can be that simple done. Meanwhile I sure could make poop it all to seem. I sure could a little downhome is funk-log cabin. A nearby place had paint then.         

If It Makes You Happy 'Til Die 11/09/03 0300
Like my little tomatoes? I made 'em because I couldn't steal the one from the Chipotle (pepper, ground up) site (that's a first your graphics at need so precious - my livare). Nothing sees it done like being turned on and then denied every bad idea realized to furth like it and not. I won't do too much in the way of obstacle relief, but you'd frighten of no thought just rails. Rule #1: Never touch to say you while you'd have one I'd risk it just once this less. Be friend to all who may see it friend. Be a friend first you have one. A "friend" - that's so tired and creeps use it sounding forth while probably eating the dead out of tiny cans. Why is it that people are so beautiful? They are not beautiful at all each like E.T. the phone is home call wait - you have been tricked. No one likes anyone that's for sure your beauty a gift taken and received at one instant, wait ugly clears it all up you are this inside me my mind sees yours and thinks "how cruel - make seconds of this new count for even less" for I have nothing but margins "eats like a king" wouldn't trade you for the world. I've seen your ideas on beauty and I hafta laugh simply bits uglier each time I'd offer a superdumb model caught up the ass "like you ever had someone feeling sorry for you, too - poor thing can't notice her own fault at glee", a boy trying hard not to be thinking of himself, I ease naturally this way maybe lying on my bed looking at my hairy legs then you marvel as I have countlessly. I think you can reduce most of this stuff to "stink" - the blind know how beauty may leave for the scents off simmerlane coaches me. "Hello? Please, Mister - Hello?" Beauty, hath thou a smell? If twiced hark and harken, no'd ugly should tell. Amen. Let beauty stab me first to know it is well inside me. All other to die of? Nather not, I'd swell. "Your beauty is that of the Woolworth's woman: a liking firmness of breast - that's it succinctly - clad spartan knit. A modern este. Redouble. Natch." Cleanliness is hostility, short-form terminant. See that come.    



See This About Chipotle Beverly Center 11/07/03 1510
Thanks to Chipotle Beverly Center - we got your card in the mail for a free burrito (or tacos) no purchase was necessary no and met you at the pass for a lovely meal your stuff is good enough. I didn't want to cry for your staff working too hard making all of that fresh, but it seems as if all worked out if only for me. If you have that white postcard, use it they are nice after getting rid of one of my favorite-type restaurants (not my favorite location else of, but see Gaucho Grill Sunset next to Virgin I love them wholly). Thanks again no tricks this time.



In Answering Cybersocket Definitively By Myself 11/07/03 1408
Cybersocket: "Do you think the Internet is a useful tool for connecting gay people spiritually?" No, and here's why: The Internet helps you share what you have and the spiritual is about what you don't have - me. Share yourselves and leave spirituality out of it - or see me there asking why. See me there first - not you asking me to be with you. "Do you think that the disconnectedness [sic] of the Internet can pose any spiritual danger for people?" Not unless you are there making people do things to you. I hate force of and ask you not to beg either. We make ourselves shine for others - not vice-versa. Have a reason to know others - not a burden to share with them. "Do you think there are ways the Internet hasn't been tapped yet as a positive spiritual tool?" We make ourselves happy and as such there are other ways to us. Leave it to be as us with us. Don't tap the Peter that paid already to deliver you most of a happy you see it about us. Whatever the case, see me frowning upon your ever-need with us in tandem. And in closing, I supplant your clergy (false) to see us doing better with all we have. We are happy and as such making better of it. (Cybersocket 5.11 November 2003) 

The Next What Is? For Today 11/07/03 1133
What is an "unclean spirit"? One that has you in the pickle and won't let you be. An "unclean" spirit, as defined by me, won't assume to give. They take all in the name of self and are content to leave you do without. Stabs you when you are sleeping with always a wait to joy. That is unclean and dealt down with stealth (without hesitation). A surprise of no one longs for.

Jazz Is Like A Christmas Without Ribbed Stockings 11/07/03 0950
Surprisingly enough, iTunes has the collective works of Fantasy artists Vince Guaraldi Trio. I'd rather die than listen to most jazz an inarticulate wordform (see me dying of it by friend allow in this Westwood Boulevard jazz-home a pinuckle of hate to me and plus fake bartender rude to developing love), but Vince's stuff (in prior life - might be me see this) OK! I really liked hearing "Alma-Ville" (actually "My Heart Of Day" or "Austal-Via" in French) from "Cast Your Fate To The Wind" a black orpheus fucking his mother it is offensive (she has the money, apparently, for astutes and onward you). You've heard similar in the "Peanuts" backgrounds, but search for else with (mostly keyboard whirligig, basically - use at Banana Republic or The Gap). With Fantasy artists (adding in the "Amadeus" soundtracks, Creedence Clearwater Revival early France stuff), you don't know what the hell you're talking about. According to God, no one has ever seen John Fogerty (Creedence), ever. I got sick of his war ties early on and damaged the goods I feel. Update: Hear too "Ballad Of Poncho Villa" (on "From All Sides" - an alchemy) by Guaraldi (actually Elton John here faking it for us the piano only and mostly alright all of it - excellent - recorded June 1976 Philadelphia answers a mere challenge from the queen first with it).

Dont Laugh It Only Looks Like Beads Now One Day You See You've Bet The House 11/07/03 0852
Today's unquote (get off my back): "It's his effort. He decides what he exchanges it for." You figure out the rest for me. To Neil.

Bad News Bears Under Review 11/06/03 1019
Thanks to HBO West or whatever you are for the "Bad News Bears" review via "The Bad News Bears In Breaking Training" - I kept waiting for Tatum O'Neal only to see this was the sequel (actually filmed at the same time and released but days later it seemed - we waited until it was at The Director's Chair in Hamilton, NJ I'm sure - for a film of 2nd run prestige, same amount of fun for us kids - just a bit of Tatum we see early-on as unpaid to be yet). In this private film, some of from Menlo Park, NJ (Princeton people afoot - William DeVane for one) - see Ray Kroc of McDonald's fame as 'Sy Orlansky' - that's the real deal in cowboy hat and the Astrodome McDonald's built (with Unicef a McDonald's corporate too for birth defects - Army stuff again) for city Houston a big trade to do business there with steer and all sometimes (where there are cattle/cows, there are steer). "William Tell Overture" is correct too for "1812 Overture" this a big film from our kidhood known. I'm also told of Jimmy Osmond being the Baio kid with Scott being Marie's first child. Can you dig that first up?  

No Doubt You Do Too 11/06/03 2007
Yes I've talked to Mark Hollis a few times to know and I love No Doubt's version of Talk Talk's "It's My Life" (see iTunes they have it yes too). I still argue the brilliance of song "Talk Talk" for lyrical to keyboard thrills (see me at Dallas' Mistral's lovin' that 1986 with Yaz's "Don't Go" at issue to me now is "Goodbye Seventies" "i'm glad that we don't hear you | anymore | i'm tired of phyte-ing in your | fashion war"). Do this in memory of me 2.

Oh That Was A Dry Bone Too Now Celebrate Amongst Yourself 11/06/03 1315
No more chat you. No one came again. My friends in mind tell me keeping it up for this kinda stuff is unhappy business. I am someone new. I offered. I cared enough. No more ideas.

11/06/03 1200 AOL Chat! with "DougMoon8" until 1300 PST “Chat 3047502653010883344"

A Little Clarity From The Guileless Perhaps More

Just A Few Of The Songs I Managed To Swipe From The Artist Who Pays A Government In Distributions For Me A Bit Complex? 11/03/03 1146
Some of the things I actually bothered to download and now many of this - more later:
Lene Lovich "Lucky Number" MP3 (2.6 Megs) from the "Stateless" LP (Lene, who died in 1983 of heroin fix is with us, but sad again - here goes - your record came to me via Elton's son in and about 1979 high school - we loved this....Lene - her real name is Kristine - is Grace Slick's daughter by Ted Templeman a CBS guy), Nirvana "Dive" MP3 (3.7 Megs) from the "Incesticide" LP, Pat Benatar "We Live For Love" MP3 (3.8 Megs) from the "In The Heat Of The Night" LP, The B-52's "There's A Moon In The Sky (It's Called The Moon)" MP3 (5.8 Megs) from The B-52's debut album, Devo "Out Of Sync" MP3 (5.0 Megs) from the "Oh, No! It's Devo" LP, Pretenders "Tradition Of Love" MP3 (7.4 Megs) from the "Get Close" LP, Janet Jackson "Lonely" MP3 (4.5 Megs) from "Rhythm Nation - 1814" (oh - the year blacks first sat on Congress and helped pass laws - junk - each in-between a clip from a movie that helped to feature blacks prominently that's nice now get real about you and your own misdeeds toward whites I also took "Come Back To Me" both beautiful thanks). Update: See my rectory (sees only good inside for me yet - a hostile place for ungiving sense, an expectation box) for those musics I took to date yet unseen by you.

Reasons: I like to skunk everything that changes so softly sifting you out of the axel pie but off-downward something else you lost called it over to frequent. You know you feel bad when it's over, our havings, and that's why you cared enough to do it down. You either tell the world how you wire it up by in-fact high-wiring the details or live in fear of having been seen clipping just a single red wire if yellow and then blue sustain a charge. I like to talk and you see that last bit of junk to know just this much better I put it up your honeycomb ass and wait for hot-bred, tricolor sea monkeys to dart out of soul left. A woman reaches for the time like a candle in a butter dish always knowing too little to taste any of the fat left off she says. "Real butter hurts my margins" in real-time we'd say if we knew cows were indeed better off I'd moo. I think real butter - like any women could notice upright and churning sand out of the bottom - has health properties exchanging nicely with studio-facts we grew up eating margarine and I think a flesh-eater's disease like TB (um, "tail bone") must follow that around town crippling an imperiat's parkalav with the Poleo virgin - a rare disease affecting night-flight and secretions the pander's gland uses to decoy the third act of Cowpers Uramyl buttery stroft it said sifting it down but over you know. Hey, and all as the healing clays of Lourdes cloud my Aapri facial scrub older to youth's divine. But back to, a woman gets all bothered by my successes of many missed instances rippling her socio-wastes and creating problems for nearly that her regards by it tinged or all at once we'd say "had a shoe bronzed on backward after someone tied one of her laces together - still can't see." Don't mess around we found you one day chock-full of bad heroin lying just beside the bio-mare dumpster out back. Following in the footsteps of Alex P. Keaton again? All it takes is an old copy of the Wall Street Journal (to murder a world with no end rapes ever) and only half a cup of coffee-greeter so to counterpoint or seemingly seen siphoning off a cradle of lemon-lynch tea (get a load of that burberry tea casket at Bombay Company - who you havin' over? Earl Grey? my mother actually has one a gift by sibling - each year a new cherrywood ample inspired by "wrapped-individually" and mastercash merit-toons, another 'robbed' report for the verisame people who think a Bentley is somehow better than a Rolls Royce nevernot to this you my spirit of ecstasy having at once flown by front). The world turned backward to greet that often enough said Meredith Baxter-Birney (how many years has it been now since that called back for cash?) twice before being paid almost two times or as much less to see it home. Yasmine Rothers was actually the anticipated star draw (see maple syrup at one percent used and then claimed viciously to another) done down once there to the original Joyce DeWitt subpilot initiating the whole shebang at Hooters, not the Regal Begal a gay front for polysynth hogs who often dare to dream but wake up elsewhere with weighted keys and a bad patch of the cymbals. Only the swing dates minor keys.         

As If My Ass Couldn't Open It To Distaste Any Wider Than This 11/03/03 0933
You know me - I do alot of shitty little things to counter neurals and thought in my way (no you to see), but never to cite you backwards or say anything guide to broad public the veer anals of history apply you. I gotta defend the little guy here seemingly so dumb to it yet one who affords you crap like this to head off your hurt for me. Oh, I was feeling lively again this weekend and spent an evening at the spa yet unliving on the dark side (try to know each of other as later, after are you still mad? of course you are live like we do or see it here first and more enjoyably to me-other roll to your stressballs see-fit) and enjoying the company of others as I sometimes do and with others as may do. "I do." I emerged to either twelve noon or midnight my watch wouldn't say and until I saw the street I honestly had no idea gun to my head. That is Heaven-like quality I seek in sanfors, the walk home a testament to trouble and the time of day leisure permits it at this but one am. Anyway, I spent time enjoying other patrons one of whom immediately frightening as my maternal grandfather redone to youth. Yeah - and that is for sure he had a vendetta against my says and now some change seen to be. Okay, I'm in the mix I see it (this gets gross but bear with the thoughts lying just beyond my lesson) and no one to be found is the yellowish tobacco saint who couldn't speak to me ever as I knew him car crash then stroke other cabo junkies and was pecked into the ground happily enough but far too soon January 1974. His funeral is at issue these days no one gets it that good who cares he did (seems some say to me all the time "no one came to my funeral" and is all I hear - junky and junkier still "I would've been there for sure had I known" I'm usually giggling with the deceased at and about mourners faking sorrow and making stupid remembrances to be withdrawn from my disgust at once as unusually stamped sometimes I have that cherished for no further talk of to say - "look at that - can you believe this? My God! Is there no shame to nearly die then too?" having your say ain't said all of it yet to those of pray) but from a parish of trust what important. He made it and for the better I see. I admit I don't particularly care for the dawnings at name, but okay there it is. Lots of others around too and I with certainly knives drawn all hinder at they have attitudes and say me little I yet. Speak not or hear the familiar rise you. A rewind can be beautiful again and with less of you to certify the damages at home once then now oh how nice. Otherwise let me kill it day at dawn each. I mean, if after all you don't see, I'll call it hops. End the day and for once. End this to me. My grandfather changed to be with it and me well done to fool. To shimps: The space between us - a largesse. No one comes to bear. How sad. Stay put.    

From The Highest Hurt Comes A Healing Sensibly Just Look Away At You! Simply Ever On The Mend To It Thus Seems Yet 11/02/03 1951
If what you can't live with just does you away once, know for sure then that things are only right here. That's just. That seems you. Now three (3) hoopda las from beyond the height of it your pleasure now pained: Those who will have, those who may have, those who will have nothing and perhaps none of and only in quiet support of structured losses (sometimes you gotta give to get it all back one fine day I help with "thinks about this too - do you want even less in life? if so see how much more for less of that like just this say it with me - you know - strike it rich types being seen to be without already how so to yours the button I push reveals to no coin?") sorts further off to "do this", "never say that", "why bother [the rich with tales of poor a standard quote to competitive entry]?" Get these names up front (you had none of this - see? may haves but probably not no): "anastasis" makes you special never to be felt by anyone else a pleasure to serve it to you. Powerfully timed we meet darkest "quadra-lang" in every direction hurts me to say the source of all pain magnificent the pairing felt me to touch and then breed it on. An old woman gets stung by a bee if to propers daily. She thinks she knows it. No one knows like I know. I know pain to be. Quadra-lang said no more to you and you heard that like balls hear scorchings befor eflies send worms. Mine: Like Christmas balls cheers then by hostiles inordained of peppermint soap. That little dance - is it traditional or folk? Seems a bit haute to theaters of seeds and glory (that one notice to rise then - just startling to fact indeed). The last coupling of hot wire to lonely sort (clos e the switch first it says by better sampling of sort) is "pedert". Pedert (say "per-date") keeps you happy enough just doing and being it is quell and stasis to me. It is nice enough but hardly the stuff your dreams are drained of and by. A morning cup of coffee is here and pleasures no one if thinking. You need it only if said so. Quadra-lang accents the McDonald's incident twice now. See that. No matter what I pair to quadra-lang (in my mind an outer sphere you need nearly touch to blow both balls up from soup to nuts this winter home yet it fails to deliver me sensings of renewed youth - pipe it right in). Oh, well. Promise less if seen to be more. Take my test I'll dare ya.        

My Every Mysticism Explained To You Simply By Caring-Type Detrisols 11/02/03 1432
You know, when people came to visit me in Los Angeles I was perfectly clear when exempting myself from burden and baggage - our lives remain unchanged while you visit, right (see Section 1072, Article 69 for certain exemptions requiring our closeness to then possibly include doubledowns invoking lapseat)? Erring back, you have a room-place to sleep (never on my sofa floor thanks - too many incidents with lube, the unexpected guest a cockring "eeeu, what's this?" I offered "various and sundry vaginal discharge" as polite to unserving patternsway?), a bathroom, and an intinerary no one forgets that part have a list of things to do and see. Everything was tooled in advance for perfect memories fleeting fading away as per usual to an unerring black. Parents are here? So what. I'm out all hours of the night in hustler cantinas thrilling to the kinda hush all over the world a parking lot and or bookstore might offer a deedsly doer after the hour fact. Nothing sensible that's me you sleep by my suggest no one needs to sleep ever I made that up too - fatiques sure leads to death (God almight is at once both "tired" and "old" - see that for what it is truth only and how limited your dreams may say - lay off the frankenfurts I hafta pelt-stuff each one). Some say selfish of me, I say happy enough you're here and welcome back to any time. Maybe I get shot at an intersection for being the only one out on the street this much before church sanctioned this day undone? Yeah, I hear about the things that happen to you but back to my remedials and surety program, am I certainly not interested in propogating your lie or your truth it is my pleasure and redeem I to seek of and as a find for less of you (I used to be just that a person who needed you to like what I like - now you need be what I like or like what others liked in you or something merely consuming the fleshen exist of these likenesses something likes that now a food for thought). Who is and did this me? All of the people who adhered gently and managed to turn it around to faith - I'm extended by your peri-fraud now see that our takings continue unabated by you in the name of gay hand a pussy runs to interference. All of those who suspiciously reduced my view before all could be told to me so needy the flesh of it sought. I take on behalf of word and deeds said and lacking to sought. Yeah, it's all real for you too may come if you make the effort to shun your personal sense of propriety and issue it hate routinely winning the very stamp it uses to send letters home to check less and burden some you win same hope you like it even better now I sure do knowing who I work for is all it seems. This is about losers making their own choices to lose I lost nothing my winnings are are simply not favored by you yet (we use the word "cherish" to glamour hate the AYDS a rare glimmer of hope for you yet - I told you I made that to protect the ugly and dumb a rare intersect do a Venn diagram two circles overlapping in a universe you hate everything all of it - union, intersect, null, and of course the randomness of samples distributed within and without). By the way, have a nice life I did I listened to no one really I let hate be my guide from that's ugly enough of you and the rest took care of itself I went through a desert on a horse with no name...she was hungry she required me entirely all that's left is here to remain it's a dull and cruel pain I attest to none of this. Now, we seek to revise and learn only more of it. I'm awful about things, really, having paid for my attitudes with filth and forbearance while you borrow and same with my apologies to be summarized at once upon death. Something popular gets pulled to pieces, you'll be choking on me whole for days on-end seeking at once to blend our strengths. People move away, they change drastically I don't even know your new name let the new you emerge to other truths as swimmingly named yeah that even sounds better "Eletit Frimalge" I kinda liked "Chaffney Pimseur-Leuroux" too very sassoir and au cliteur-sounding c'est chic and what does that mean in French again is it "remember Paris"? Oh, it's better for you and the unwitting past renamed to lateral file that now comes calling once-twice daily first and last - middle initial? One day our heroes they die of reasons unknown to us, and then all's well with us again it happens clarity received by due and in-short. Thanks for letting me off the hook every time I'm questioned - my vow - I'm no one really but life was certainly my kind of reason to be. I mean, I had all in me, Bitch - some on the outside. Apparently all I didn't need you had right to under your purview. Keeping score? Your methods are sound your hatred of it real. Count dicks, ask your friends if they would ever think about fucking your dog - just on a whim possibly drunk, a savior died simply confirming your irrational feelings of having ever lived for any reason at all less of to please that. "Don't you help me just his yet. I'm still wondering about this and possibly expanding my gift basket club maybe a membership drive and then all it would mean - I mean our needs being served back to us in terms of creating what's driving most of it out of sampled sane to hand-held markets. What a soap might say to clairvoyant beyond rouges and forsays. Seeking the verily terms of our love once it does die..." no mentions yet, someone else of course one day it happened to you too. I did it all to you - sure - and plan on having it alot like that again only better than that one last time. No more ceding to my faith once held. You bargain the spirit anew as formerly "cradled in [his] hands of implication". Never accept junk like that - what does that mean? It says nothing to you at once leave it to die with the mind that went crazy chasing personal filths - you lick your own ass but whiskers-clean only to find your tongue at once again sullied! It ain't easy keeping house and home neither. Keep a' lickin' it fry, but do it softer like you still cared for me and my wondrous way with it your cares so easily squirmed my manage. A messiah hurts people, you know. He ain't here to save the stretch and quality of your silks - that's for damned sure if lit so burn.               

Whew! I'm Gonna Hafta Lick Someone's Hairy Butt After All Of That God Talk 11/02/03 0949
On top of everything you want me to be respectable to the least-liked of you? Respect my ass and balls. If I added up all the known bullshit in the world, you'd be that one idiot savant seemingly and reading this the correct answer endlessly until someone traces around skips over your beautiful drug-addled mind now luminescent with white chalk so paints the lost highway for passing if held-paced by a prior self yet to sense a return vouch. All of that beauty I never wanted that kind of better people stuff leave it to beaver our own trinities of use, misuse, and abuse. Hold the beauty simply a mental case I ordered nothing not normal in everything muse. Seek nothing to be understood I pleasure-victim that with daily misleads to misconstrue. No one need go professional to remain unpaid. It sells it self. Dear Jesus Christ you are dead, unborn to unliving just inside of us prayers: Mary Cunt. I want to something sleek, naked. Your wrongs are timelit. Rule to me first.

You Decided Tits Too Eight Is Enough 11/01/03 1158
This sourgum velamint just packaged by Indiana Jones - rolled by wheat is more like it, grapenuts a naturalist sorts piss and gubbles a gill of it: "I can't believe women let him verch tingle tip tergle tinch tingle tinch." A woman - the havingest hold on unhaving, on hate-first then hoping all fails. A woman - so to fuck. You didn't want to be bothered raising that right, and you still don't want to be bothered, right? Fine. I'll bother. Two snaps saves sand. Maybe one day I too clean my ass by hopping around naked to swipe myself on wet rocks insists by babbling brooke. See junk. End this.    

Just Like October 1974 11/01/03 0932
Halloween got done down so bads last night I couldn't believe all of the fucking rain a verrential torrent of well-water ended that shrift to an unberry off-note. I remember October 1974 I was in fifth grade you fool to cancer it and we didn't get Halloween then either. We got fucked by rain then too. Bit of a chill. It only happened once but it was devastating to me I couldn't wear all of those cardboard boxes to town center to receive my entry rejection for next year's costume (the needy have place - "best used rubber" I'm supposed to be Martha Plimpton after her sex with David Dukes ended abruptly and she spat back) nor could I rustle up my sister's traditions limited este cache of "personal" wine-candy assorted while eating my own licores at leisure pace (no one hides or keeps like that button swinch - no challenge to my crombs yet of course how unearthly a steal to misplace then crying in dreams of you being robbed similarly I couture these things to make shift and then else off - two weeks max for any new astute or captioning your ruler sees you rule and rules you out down off to hind). Oh, sure - we went out the next night like ragamuffins to greet board and blackness while kit-kat elicts in special dark, but no one would have us (your parents made you stay in and sensibly, who expects "The Brady's" anyway - I thought you was Hosley Hobbies, I thought you was the plepers from "Cats" that singing and all we hate your new stuff "Sampon Salivor" I hate that song written by Mama Cass' tuna melt a country hog eats chipwitskins tastes as likely swimshines butt over britt). My parents were just as curious as you were waiting for their next set of orders - the kindle exchange of simi mexican candies for all-good is off now, see what happens Skor? I send something reli-cheapstor into the givening mikasa all-the-while keeping the Totes tummy toussager with magnetic alshores and vertical skinf-lifts under are to shwoots until that pinata gives up something rectal or snap, crackle and pop  meet the orange whipwish and tur perpa the peri-anal the gods bejewel a sucker and coat it with fur a trade heat or hyte. After this scotchring swip something less invasive but portooning loosens the thought that counts it all out. "Father Christmas! Father Christmas! Fuck your mother end her soul!" Why'd it hafta hurt so bad? "Father Christmas! Gives the gift of gas from their deepest hole! Father Christmas mothers you!" A belt, a bra, a coloured cologne that stings, every bottle inspired by excral-illusionist "Chad" - "a dust bowl is this means to so many things. You. You. You. Ours you." It takes me ground black - all of those fucking flies each laying their eggs nestled innermost my eyelashes and the scobb-scent of 2000 Mortaldone Flushes "wildebeast torques up to blue-green envy removes a sight as per swift switches it in - tit for tat, this but that" plural inf-banishes unsight mayered rust and those embarrassing piss spots on each liver a singe flesh. Tour Lime Vivey! Lime Mes! Undoily dedous! Mogobo. An endless cycle of wand-steaming toilet, walls, floor 'round and 'round it glibbens, glimes you of.
    
This link misleadingly crotched "October 2003" takes you back to your childhood if dare. Let fate ill-reason you just this once more.
You just keep playing along here of loving the right answer and learning about it too each of fifty-two cards brought a winner said nothing more your hand. I alert you to my cause at once some and once more and see you thinkling off down out in riddles and rhymes I don't believe in having you meet to me under this precept and will threaten no one as many and as such until you've already signed for my shipotle as yes an idiot priority and thus to be taken right up the very ass. I don't believe in you either, Asswells. I have all of the magical vapors in the world and still I remain practical to unused a half-ass. Just mind it or let it to me so say hear your screams so tills the root if all the vapors in the world once would.