I wouldnt say anything to you about shit I know you cant change about yourself.

breath is another matter.

the $500/hour hermaphrodite whore who will steer the john into a conversation. and stay for the crossword puzzle.
	waffles at sunrise, with pecans.

	that's quite a minty toothpaste (you're using, babe). I can feel it tingle on my cock.

remembering Retsin: a twentieth anniversary gala blowjob, sponsored by Certs.
	Certs, with Retsin Plus, now in 2-cherry Manhattan flavor, for those who dont want to hide their
alcohol dependence.

	get unfunkay.

seconds for the Corinthians and thirds for Orpah Winfrey. whatcha wipe your ass with these days, O?



there's no  room in my day for any perfection.

poetry award winner no. 87.



a gravy of stars

she fuckin' coulnt pronounce potash.


stereotyping the hard of hearing.
	a camera is the opposite of a gun.

	potshots of stray gods on the roller coaster of summer-fun nystagmus.


in these statements anger is being. anger is behind them, in the past. from the past. in these sentences
anger is being spewed.  jack my fucking load all these memories.
	HEADLINE READS: Horse undertaker helps owners deal with their grief.
I shouldve married a horse (but no thoroughbred).
	... the anger is being dealt with, mowed down thick and wet like August's bermuda grass following
a slow-rolling tropical storm. spit   thrust   ejected. name mine Gwenevere. or De-Wayne. or Fudgesicle Wilting.
	mowing widecap mushshrooms will help with the gloom and dingers.

the winter of my fungal anger.


temporarily, it's a free country.

"she needs to get her tits off."

Brezhnev in corduroy. Marshall stacks. inanimate collage.

brush your teeth. release the fatigue.
	when I say corduroy I'm not talking about jackets, you fuck.

	the kroker sack - what happened to her factory and goddess?  your potatoes are getting away, by the way.

hold the door.

I view her moves as sacred. mine as:

		strategic
		military

		performance art.


interpret this angle here.

photography is a skaunch-eye.

	the audience was superbly messianic.

ALL is experience.

ALL is emotion

the walls have potatoes.

I like your chemicals. I enjoy the formulas.  so far I've found out more about my genitals than my spiritual innards.

		sp¶r uh chy'l (like the mower spit in ankle-deep bermuda)


more aware of the fencing than the animals.



Leonid in nothing at all. throw me the TV Guide and what's left of your interest.


waffles at sunrise, with pecans and pleasure.  no I dont give a shit that you still smoke. as long as the day you get
the diagnosis you come home with all due haste and put a bullet in my brain first.  as long as you aint smoking because
of open doors and the associated anxiety.

this is just a fucking chance to talk.


waffles at sunrise, with pecans and pleasure points.

how can you feel cornered - this is Anchorage!

waffles at sunrise, with pecans and pleasure points along the gumline.


is it really true what they say about your being more than a pastor?


Tonopah is pronounced "Tonopah"�. the lesser poobah of Tonopah has a treehouse with a scope with which he peers
directly at the lounge chairs of a rental house adjacent to the laundromat where Sun R. got his start playing
songs about dryer lint.

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