he colors his hair and it's still gray.

Euclid is a brand of dumptruck. My brand of dumptruck.

the hospitalization of Nicolette Sheridan. reports of her demineralization were greatly deconstructed.
gather 'round the clock in time of need.
	here, have an entire cake.

	we had to make it large -- those words are Gertrude Stein. four layers. chocolate. careful with the layers.
prise. surprise.

that crust with the cheese baked in.

there's this almost... straining... scraping sound, that's part of it. Pliaget in diapers resisting the urge to squirm.
	he knows she will destroy the portrait if that happens.

the cab is here.

get liquid with it, Nicolette! she can shake two dagos at once. (she has a thermometer which goes on for miles.)
privet was not invited to the hedgerow, which is where smoking and making out take place. the smell of whisky in the
morning.
	the am radio reminds me to put the dog out.

what goes with a teacher? letches.

a pumpkin with a badge. foreplay fo' the end times.

a preaching in the round. tablets of the Baptists.
	napkin Baptists and a dinner with Batista. greasy chicken from the Colonel's, that's how I keep my mustache curly,
he tells us.

munchkins riding penguins in dreams which lead to the stairs and up to a door with a poster from summer.
	grape juice. good drummer, low ego.
	blood sugar rage.

drinking Diet Pepsi in days which end with "y" will give you mustaches ending with marriages.
just ask the girl with the aching mustache or the tickets to ride the junior high elevator.

colonel nicolette. removed using electrolysis.
	red fish rising to the surface of the face to feed.
	autumn is my favorite time of morbidity. co-morbidity. Claude Akin for Super PoliGrip and a handbag with a sidearm
which sprays peppermint.
	as a eupatrid representative of bad breath I dare say, Enough is enough. and Snuffleoughagus wouldnt watch "Blue
Collar Comedy"� even if he did know who his father was (a pipefitter with credentials). in your face like a rubber hose, I
can sky like Jordan. Dennis Rodman got too close to the reasons why some people dont have to work to be successful.
I can disappoint my moms like a Tupac (rhymes with an ewok insurance agent).

send pictures of naked aliens and clotheed humans.

we had a corner. or, more adequately, I had a corner, in which, using ripped cardboard, I had redirected the heating
from the vent in my bedroom to a particular place where I'd squish my pillow and elbows and dream of long private
conversations and curls.

in the corner
i like the morning light.


my lonely heart does not.

I can smell the dew seeping along the window panes. the windows will undoubtedly mildew in here, far from interest groups. 

it's not far to the spare bathroom. It's the opposite of septic around the spare tire.
I urinate sitting down so I can pause. it's nice to shake hands with Santa every year. my pillows are versatile, so I
understand when people talk about being "malleable" or playing different roles.
	one of my pillows likes to dress up as the Mayor's best friend and another as the handsome prince's confidant.

you have become too engaged in conversation so I hand you a hot potato. you will either drop it and defer to my wishes,
joining us for doubles tennis in a converted dog pen, or butter the spud and grow eventually larger, you of the defiant
toenails!

I live to squeeze you. you make my mouth water.

I loaned Charlie Peprah $30. Al DuPont asked me to help him finish a particularly troublesome crossword puzzle.
	hello, I am a spokesman for plainclothes insecurity.

the people who write Cosmo, they arent from around here. not for a mile.

bad breath everywhere.
	buprestid mothering.

bump-bump. let's do the bump.

beach combers who spill Propecia, they arent from around here either.
	youre a dunce when youre away.

when youre away, I talk to the candidates.

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