De-population is the edict, not just notion, of a genocide diagnostic
or of a burgeoning Nigerian democracy that's militarily enthusiastic
with countless Winnie Mandelas who're egotistical & protagonistic.

“DARLENE, LOOK, there're 2 young lovers ******* in the dark.”
“*******? Don't you mean kissing?”
   “What'd I say?”
   “*******.”
   “No thanks, I've already eaten.”
   “You meant park, right?”
   “No I didn't.”
   “I don't care for your brand of fun. I say no thanks to it.”
   “Darlene listen. When's the central government going to show
the passionless resentment, or resolve, that'll lay claim to the
unseen problems inherent in my life?”
   Darlene just sat there: so dumb, so beautiful. It seemed that she was unconcerned, disconnected, lost in Darlene World. Perhaps a rattle snake stuffed into her underpants would stir her? It's worth a try. I'd be willing to give it a go.
   “Look over there Darlene!” I'd say to which she'd reply:
“Do not stuff a rattle snake into my underpants.”
   “Okay, if that's what you don't want me to do then I shall abide by your wishes, besides, I've got more important & exciting things to do than stuff a rattle snake into your underpants.”
   “Like what?” She'd ask.
   “Like plenty of things,” I'd say, although I'd be
unable, or perhaps unwilling, to list any.
   “Could it be that you have nothing better to do than stuff a
rattle snake into my underpants?” She'd ask intuitively.
   “No! That's not it at all. I love you
Darlene. Can't you understand that?”
   She looked at me penetratively, her underpants snakeless.
“And I love you. Let's find some way to express our newly-
discovered  fondness for one another without you stuffing
a rattle snake into my underpants.”
   “Maybe, but I still might do it for kicks you know?”
  “Well, sure, as long as you know the difference. ---
Is that your niece? What's she doing with that *****?”
   “Oh, him, I think he's determined to make her pregnant.”
   “That's wonderful!” Darlene proclaimed as we
were all negroes so it didn't mean anything anyhow.

Dancing with Jail-Bait; The Joys of Heart Disease; Cooking with Squirrel-Meat; The Intellectual Depth of Oprah; Beneficial Porcine Flu Serums; The ******-Allure of Rosie O'Donnell; Charitable Prostitutes; ****** Wives into Hygiene; Diapered Fashion Plates; Knowledgeable Atheists; N.A.S.A.'s Dedication to the Truth; Young Women Without Tattoos; Economically-Successful Collectivism; The Rationality of the Mind Female; Dainty Grizzly Bears; The Late Michael Jackson: At the Left Hand of God; Monogamous Western Women; Trustworthy Clerics; Surviving Hospice; David Carradine's Closet-Saving-Space Tips; Surviving Cremation; Snazzy Chazzy Bono's Chic Unisexual Fashion Pointers; Surviving Abortion; Capping Your Urinary Output with 33 Easy Steps; Sissies in *******; Pimples in Paradise; Languishing on a Pig Farm; Rednecks in Medical School; Health Benefits of Imbibing Sodium Fluoride as Provided in the Public Water Supply; Prudent Moves Among Central Bankers; Beautiful Women Who Manage Turnpike Traffic; Negroes in Hot Rods

Webco's COWBOY HAT AND **** STRAP COMBINATION saves the average cowboy basketball player lots of money. Why buy 2 things when you can buy just 1? Are you a fast talker who enjoys the company of pagan women who "put out for ten dollars"? Who isn't? When you're wearing Webco's **** strap cowboy hat, the pagans come to you! Are you tired of "****-flop"? Well, when you're wearing the cowboy hat as a **** strap the ****-flop will stop. "My **** was flopping like a carp on the dock till I strapped on my **** strap cowboy hat! Now I'm living like the prince of France all day, every day!" Exclaimed Jamaal Jackson, a popular ghetto rapper who doesn't own a belt.

Once I'm mulched you won't be so ******* me.
I see it's April, 700 years from now & church is in full swing. People are singing their praises for Jesus, due to return any moment now. The apocalypse is nighly {that means nearly} here, if prophesy holds firm. The end-times & the signs are undeniable. There shall be strife, rumor of war, blood on the moon, the mark of the beast, rapture. Jesus will reign over Earthly affairs a thousand years {any 21st century faith-shaking momentum has petered out.}
   Once I'm bunched no better than ****** on a ****-house floor
you won't push so ******* me. If I live to 50, heaven forfend,
twenty-five millionths times a hundred fifty-two scraps of a
pound avoirdupois you'll sigh a pitiable one, a nuance of
a touch reminiscent of primer wife.
   My ultra ****, ulterior & backwise, I love you more than Mexicans love pizza, blacks do whites, America & her justice. It's April, it's Brasil y Colombia, it's me & you: ultra ****, cuntier than average, unreadable, unwilling, unsavory. If I could, I'd sell you for salvage or forage, or at a bulk rate.
   My bulbous nays are more lovely since pregnancy took
over upping milk production. Now I'm less sinful than
grateful, ½ drunk w/power & remembrance, less testy,
less cunty, more rambunctious & flavor-ready.
   As I've imbibed an ant's worth of spirits, I **** widely, consuming life-needy oxygen. It's cardiac time and flop-overs are everyplace. It's telepathy gone ****-ways wrong. Washington used to **** constantly—he almost killed himself several times.
   I could find myself writhing @ the wiener factory, as the floor is well-oiled & my knees are smooth & youthless. It would turn my life into a hot-doggish holiday romp thru sausage land. I could become teachish & instruction-weary. People might as well flock my way as had sheep when Jesus was cracking sassy, agitating Romans, destroying the good will of money-changers. Let us camp upon the hillsides, far removed from **** & partake the lushness of scrubless jungle trim.
   As a man I have feminine needs no wiener-factory tour
can address. I've dated plenty with many a heartrending
scene. Come down, bedded with a woman of divergent
stock, I find myself waxing philosophic. I burn daylight
with niceties, I placate & ween fair blessing.
  One man in Italy can't stop the way things Italian are. He could beseech the embassy until his pizza burns for all the good that'd do.
   I've been hard-pressed before. I've conquered my fears,
made peace with feminine needs, broke down, married
women, begat a child, sold items cheaply from the front yard.
   I could make friends with cops, and give up firemen.
{Kiss my ****, I'm just out of the bath.}
   I swoon under candlelight, by the fireside, smacked around with brass knuckles, throttled w/i an inch of precious lifestyle. Caught unawares, smitten by professional drain, I baffle taunters. Ultra ****: querulous ****; wild whomp; mine-mount...
   As a man I've found myself wobbling on skates.
At times, hurried, later because of not acting now.
   Oh U.C. {ultra ****}, can't you hear me: probing, tunneling, examining w/o license, for no better reason? I'm wide-ruled, I'm college-ruled, I'm 70 sheets @ 10½  x 8, I'm your best friend {you're allowed one: best}. Let's go somewhere, let's stay put, let's stick to your story for a change. I like some things illegal but I don't make a big deal about it.
   A girlfriend likes a nip, as when her bra's forgotten. She
gains nothing but trinkets. She owes her life to good-living
& self-assuredness. You can't dredge her backwaters, it's
easier to tuck. After all, what does it all mean anyway?
   It's wrong to covet the neighbor's wife but equally, it's wrong for her to covet my hairy ***. A neighbor may know no shame. Her mammae displayed keenly, its valley, the roundness & summits. She may stoop to pick up car keys or dance to the mail box, the breeze catching her frilly skirt, rain dampening all that's decent.
   One man can condemn her, another be jailer. I love
thy neighbor as thyself. So far I've got nothing
against her, nay nothing on her either.

Jan. 2, I feared for my life.  Jan. 3, I feared for my life. Jan. 4, It was my day off and I feared for my life a little bit. ~ The Paris Sisters (with Mike Litoris) don't say: English isn't logical, threw/through, filled/field, caught/cot or Russia begins with an R. Trump has an R in his name. What's up with that? or How to make aquifer sound *****, by Kristina Magnesium, "She touched my aquifer" or When a cop shoots a deaf man 9 times for not obeying an order, it's a mistake. When I do it, it's a crime or Whiny introspection is the cop-norm among coppers. Stop whining, or else! Come, nibble on my niblet little piglet. It's a belaying pin below a giblet ~ Don't look to me to solve your whiny mental problems. I seek no part in your suicide. Hello whitey. Hello blacky. Hello brownie. Hello girl scout. No girl guide ever blurted a degraded bio-****** confession: "My ****** expression is degraded bio-sexually. Yes by Jesus plus bejesus, I grubbly & grubbily mate with highly-strung grubs in Belize City coffee grounds." ~ Will you sit with my turds? Who do I look like? Someone from **** Sitters? My *** is like ice cream from Mexico. Build that wall!

A lot of folks were saddened by George Carlin's sudden death as they would have liked it better if he had suffered in an agonizing vegetative state for a year or more before croaking. Or, in a revised formulation: A lot of folks were saddened by George Carlin's sudden death as they would have liked it better if he'd suffered in agony as a vegetable for a year or more before croaking. {Carlin, from his bully pulpit, called for the extended sufferings & deaths of many. I'm waxing profanely, of course, in the spirit of Carlin.}

Let me scratch your lard *** in peace, a piece of ***, girly hot ridge,
on the farm with lazy Keith, smart-aleck Danny & Shirley Partridge
who refuses to follow hygienical protocols including hand sanitizer
as your glad, toothless Kentuckian chews via a manned-clan incisor

I was so mystified by dumb tricks &, tired of your busy labels that I
farted a final, tired **** at the Christmas tree 'neath the kitchen table
with my girl whose able ****'s cuntier than the **** of Betty Grable
naked on my couch, legs parted, full lips pink & mental state stable

Say ******* YOU STUPID *****! to hand-cramps forever with my new invention called The Hand-Cramp Eliminator. It runs on 3 golf cart batteries and can carry 4 adults: 2 in the front and 2 in the back. It's available in 3 colors: bone, tan and black. Order now and receive 45%-off till Pharmacist Day or Armistice Day (whichever comes first).

Never nut your butter under bread, my little L nut, M nut, P nut or I will go away today to saw a deep, tree-cut into your cheap, free ****.

“Honey, pass the crunchy peanut butter.” ~ “If you think that you are going to get away with dragging my reeking *** back from Tennessee like the last abusive biker then you better get a brand new brand of dandruff shampoo for your 'fro 'cause I ain't no *****'s hillbilly chill-monkey!” ~ “What?” ~ “Oh, nothing.”

~ Narelle Atkins' book Falling For the Farmer changed my outlook on farmers. I thought that they were all bloated, cow-****-stinking retardates married to toothless crones plagued with sub-clinical glandular abnormalities, syndromic mal-absorbtion complaints & chronic-fluid-retention problems. But, according to "Narelle," farmers can possess good qualities. Indeed, for any broad who'd choose to suffer with endometriosis forever rather than to roll in the hay with an analphabetic, sister-*******, tobacco-chawin' hayseed, this novel will plug (and clog) your barren ports tighter than a Cuban baseball. ¡Viva Fidel y su hermano Raúl más la revolución de Irán! Come on masons: Hurry up & bury Luciferian Billy F. Graham as I can't hold my bowels much longer! Hurry up & plant the self-professed-demon-possessed Robin F. Williams as I won't contain this bladder much longer! Demanding queers demand that the perfectly-normal commonweal of Wisconsin change its inoffensive name to Wussconsin.

SCARS!  SCARS!  SCARS!  SCARS!  SCARS!  SCARS!
SCARS!  SCARS!  S­CARS!  SCARS!  SCARS!  SCARS!
SCARS!  SCARS!  SCARS!  SCARS!  SCA­RS!  SCARS!

Enough with the SCARS!

HOW TO TURN ABANDONED WOMEN INTO TOP-NOTCH BROOM JOCKEYS [1 December on December first] - Women come in all colors except purple, orange, green, and a few others, but 1 thing is for sure: women are here to stay. Most women stretch out at 5 feet tall (or even taller when swinging from a chin-up bar). Women are trainable, that's been proven by renowned professors of course from important colleges in Europe. Never push a woman off the observation deck of the Empire State Building or off a Grand Canyon cliff ledge that's in excess of 200 feet high because God wouldn't approve because He made women for normal people and lesbians to pal around with. Do you think North & South Dakota will become 1 Dakota? "I don't need a money order or a personal check because I got Jesus, and if you don't like that you can go straight to hell!" Jimmy Swaggart warned Donnie, whose irresponsible spending ******* tons of feather-light people bound for Heaven.  I read about a liver doctor murdering a kidney doctor over their love for a foot doctor. Jimmy Swaggart and Judd Hirsch were born March 15, 1935. They'll probably not die on the same day.

THE ADVANTAGES OF RUNNING YOUR MOTHER ON DIESEL FUEL - Lots of women run on household electric current which is okay until there's a power outage. My mother runs on diesel fuel because diesel engines are low-maintenance as any truck driver will tell you. When I suggested to mom that I'm considering converting her from alternating current to diesel she was frightened, shocked, appalled, nervous and deranged so I drugged her with peyote. When she woke up 19 hours later, she was mellow and relaxed because by then I had already outfitted her in bowling shoes and a crash helmet. Now she's happier than a ***** in a wine cellar.

SIXTY-THREE BOUTS OF BURPITIS (swelling of the glands that allow me to burp) - It was a cold day at the peanut butter factory as youthful Paul Lennon loaded 30,000 tons of raw peanuts into grinder number thirteen. "Paul, depress the grinder pedal slowly while I lubricate your sister!" Bob instructed from 30 yards away. "Okay Bob!" Paul responded. "Alright! Let 'er rip!" Later on, mountains of peanut butter were mechanically poured into plastic jars. "My sister is over-lubricated!" Paul called out to Bob who was sitting on the toilet at the time, waiting for "big things" to happen.

John Lennon represented youth, muscular youth, the kind of youth that could **** a person. Yes, yes. But what about unemployment? And joblessness? I agree. These are 2 horrifying dilemmas, but we shouldn't let our swollen ***** stop us. Well, mine does. I can barely get off the toilet from a seated position. Me too. The other day I was stuck for 2 weeks and I nearly died. If a neighbor lady hadn't stolen my wallet, I'd be unemployed right now. Yes, me too.

Be patient, just like an amputated arm, your thumb will grow back. Thanks to you it will. Your presence causes miracles. True. There is something awesomely godlike about me: my talent for starting diesel motors while wearing multiple **** straps that are 3 sizes too small; my ability to impregnate Sumatran bikini models, etcetera. Yes, but you're being modest. I read about how you defeated Godzilla in hand-to-hand combat twice to save Tokyo from sinking into the sea. Oh, that. Godzilla was already weak from centuries of hibernation. Throwing him into a volcano was nothing, really. Here, take my ***** and do with it what you must. No, I couldn't. You see, I'm married now to Godzilla and together we have 14 children.

THREE DEFEATED MEXICANS shared a taco by the river. One of them was gay and so were the other two. From far off a Guatemalan appeared on the opposite river bank with a burrito. Obviously, he was just as gay as the three defeated Mexicans were.

on Tuesday, May 23, 1967

The beautiful actress Kitty Ting Hao [star of the 1961 Hong Kong movie "Beauty Parade"] was born on Monday 10/9/1939 in Macao and took her life on Tuesday 5/23/1967 in Los Angeles. So stands her fateful action based on deliberation 57 years later.

Kitty gave birth to her only child, a son, in 1963.

The 36 films of Kitty Ting Hao
Green Hills and Jade Valleys (1956)
Happy Union (1957)
Riots at the Studio (1957)
Mambo Girl (1957) ... Pao-ling
Little Darling (1958)
A Tale of Two Wives (1958)
All in the Family (1959) ... Feng Yaling
Zombie in a Haunted House (1959)
Riots in Outer Space (1959)
Between Tears and Laughter (1960) ... Xu Man-Li
Dreams Come True (1960) ... Fangfang and Ms Feng
Devotion (1960) ... **** Ling Ling / Lin Hsiao Ling
Corpses at Large (1960)
The Wild Girl (1960)
The Cliff (1961)
You Were Meant for Me (1961)
Beauty Parade (1961) ... Guo Sue
The Greatest Civil War on Earth (1961) ... Li Cuihua
The Male Bride (1962)
The Greatest Wedding on Earth (1962) ... Hwa/Li Man-Ling
A Fine Romance (1962) ... Princess Ila
Little Lotus (1963) ... Little Lotus Chin **-Hua
Devil's Love (1964)
The Murderer Is a Ghost (1964)
A Woman from the North and a Man from the South (1964)
Family Doctrine (Part 1) (1965) ... Yuen-Han
Agent Black Spider (1965)
You'd Better be Smart (1965)
A Modern Monkey King (1965)
Country Girl Goes to Town (1965)
A Modern Ji Gong (1965)
Family Doctrine (Part 2) (1965)
Black Peony (1966) ... Lee On-Lai/Leona/Annie
Four Sisters (1966) ... 2nd sister, Yuk-Chu
The Book, the Sword and the Spirit (1966)
Mr. Know How (1966)

Are you a fairy Daddy like Terry Hanratty? No, I'm daddy-normal
& daddy-hormonal. Can I violently tug on your scruffy beard like a
punk who is weird? No, because I'm not the murderous Ted Bundy
daddy college women in 1973 feared. Will you never come home
Daddy & give ill Mommy her Daddy-thrill-hammer thrill? Never!!!
We can't go there & we can do something with boats in our pockets
'cause heaven's God's door for the sum of 6 ***** & mid-leg sockets
that fall under the underlings whose socks are from cotton-sock kits
for high frequency, amplitude & pulse brassieres made to shock ****
of crude gals schtupping **** males in a kettle of ½-stewed whales


Maiden, mother, crone are the 3 stages of femininity, you vaginitis-
plagued *****, so go back to your age-defying goo, you ***** witch
My tranquil inner peace is ******* with my sedate inner harmony a
lot. The Luzon Pinay with 1 eye ain't the mail-order bride I bought.
I ate the moldy bread knowin' full well what's coming, loose guts &
diarrhea = an annoying disruption to pre-diurnal plumbing function
We must take heart that putrefying, dead folks will make, for living
folks, the rightful decision, though not with mathematical precision
I can't wolf Alpo as it makes me howl, bark & **** wayward stray
******* in heat, whelping in the park-lands of Centralia's burnt park

Impose my will upon the willing, hot chicks with bleary vision into
feeling men hungry for lesbian love at its most sike-a-**** thrilling
Let us not breed insane rumors nor self-diagnose huge brain tumors
in the presence of wall flowers, freaks, flits, sissies & late bloomers
I remember when reliable prostitutes were 3 for a buck or 1 for 35¢
but that was in April '95 before we elected vice prez Michael Pence
You sprayed 10 toes with decarbonizing spray 'cause both your feet
were black-coal carbonated before you left for Guam on Labor Day
as your motherhooded mother motherly mothered you to be ***-gay