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For the longest time I thought the stars were made of God.
 

I dunno  cannot recall  whom I thought of as being God. like at picnics and other boring stuff. when i prayed for salvation from human punishment He was any one of a dozen marginal television or movie actors. I always say I don't ever see movies, but when one comes on and somebody says, "This is a good movie," I always say aeeeh ahhhh I've seen it. then I wanna climb into my car.

I've seen my girlfriend, too. But I'm cannot dismiss her so easily.

She  is  dismissing me. I wanna climb into MY car.

i don't have a my car.
 
 

So the TV Guide is gonna be the Bible. That's why Rupert M. dumbed it down.
    it's all in his face, the actor: the loveable, affable qualities of Our Lord. as well as the unmistakeably

!righteous

vengeance.


 

write to:
post office box 324
waxahatchee texusss
90214
 
 

everyone said i would love that movie and everyone was right!
    i ought let them should
    pick out a girlie for me.
 

my neighbors hate me. i am the loud stereo hermit. i'm too nice to kill and they dont key cars.

courage

pronounced like "porridge" and just as equally a birthright.


dare ya to be the dick who walks the mall lawn or courthouse challenging the daily-do with a sign that reads simply, "porridge!"
you'll go down
they'll bring you down.
wont let you breed.

then barbecue
-or-
bar-b-que whichever.
 

Girl bellybutton porridge and
the dance "pour it on my head."
does dutch courage have something to do with each party paying in his own blood? separate lacerations, at least until we've exchanged fluids and phone numbers.
    is double dutch courage


?

i am the greatest alcoholic lover of all time. i can say that with both confidence, pride and
some other puissance
i was thinking of before i had to go to the back
why'd i go to the back?

when in the back,
do as the Patackis would warrant
gaunt girls slide thru the cracks
survival instincts taught us to hide our
puissance and our puffins
from the dislikes of the red of neck
les rouge cous

instead of listening, i fold my tongue up in my mouth and daydream. i like her in her summer dress, like her as opposed to indifference or "geez, did I marry a man?" when she dons her khaki slacks. her flats smack the linoleum as she removes her daily wear, but only goes so far... the door closed with emotion. i am engulfed by waves and let indifference save my digestion. she is commercialized: "my husband endorses Lord Baltimore gins. lower... lower... bend at the knees... there, you're getting warmer -- there! on the bottom shelf: top amongst the benders, that's Lord B! completely lacking in aftertaste, Lord Baltimore parties, people!"

the face is my focus
and then the heart

but it never works that way:
she just wants to complain.
nobility was outlawed in the united states
or was it only noble titles?
 

think about it: if you let her leave with a mouth then have you ever enjoyed a private moment? insurance, abby, that's where it's at!



beyond tomorrow!
Walter Konkrite's lisp is eliminated, along with a two-egg breakfast

Yesterday's somewhat successful benediction (with apologies to Mrs. Horfsdormer)

how tings usta be in chinatown

awwl full the way back back look

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