humans, he claimed to have noticed, are by no means manufactured in a solid state, nor are their religions.
    we noticed that he had had the soup and salad and there was still some left.

my gun needs a holster bad.

paying attention's for squares.

that ken withers had a shrivelled left leg was a bit much at the beginning, but that his personality bowled us over... well, i was pudding and anarchy, which never reaches for space outside of a rocket. or does! or does! sorry.
    astronauts are retaught lessons from their schoolbus days. my bus driver hated me and i must agree with her on this point.

disfunctionally literate i was. i can throw a football like a man, however, and long to show my stronger talents with smooth stones and plate glass.

smooth stones and plate glass

i drink and flip pluto platters instead of doing the dishes. i write instead of watching TV.

the tank is over half full. you guys in back, whaddya you thinking?

think thinking

disfunctionally illiterate

taught to bind   myself     and to share     to bind with others

i can drink all the smalkl martinis and high lifes i want and then one more, i still wont know if i've gone wrong.
    hope to raise one to a call from down the hall telling me what to do in the form of a question. romance is jeopardy.

the old drunks watch some "jeopardy". i associate that.

associate that, asshole!