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Ok, alright. I know! It's been a little too long since I've spoken to my good citizens. First off...I keep getting Boy's Life magazines sent to my house. I know that such a diabolical plot could only be hatched by my sworn enemy, Man-Breats! When will his evil stop? The mail man probably thinks I'm some kind of perve and not a super hero. Some of my agents reported seeing some of Man-Breats's henchmen buying a ton of eggs last night at QT. Let me say right now that if my house gets egged then I'm going to be forced to use my newest secret weapon...."the Soul Pole"! Yes, you heard me right! I slap that honkey upside his dome with an overly large black phalynx!! 10 inches my ass! And by the way...I have to put to an end all these rumours about myself and Nance Reagan. I never did it in the butt with her and she didn't give me oral last week! If I go into the grocery store once more only to have them make the lights flicker and change the music when I walk in then I'm going to say the hell wit this and go to South America!
Like I wouldn't notice such subtleties!! Christ...I'm a freakin super hero! I will now to proceed to blow your minds with some free-form prose:
" Itchy hands...itch, itch
the taste of mouthwash
and the crack of wip
My ass is swelling from the ride
On up , go..
itchy itchy itchy
make it stop!
make em turn off the damn TV
Mrs. Garret is kind of hot!
I never knew that my hands smellled of sweat and clorine?
random thoughts of soupe brain nothing but any sort boobs ass taking a break from lawn care until I get more paint fumes to injest for all the kids down the block don't itch..maybe polyester isn't meant to be worn for lawn care? birds ripping at my fro
gumballs swallow.
the end
There. I know..I'm a freakin genious and should write a book! Well, first I got to take back the streets! After that I can take my rightful place alongside TS Elliot.
Roberto
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