statisticians, assistants to quack physicians & staph-blind clinicians

State Farm was charging me ten-million-dollars-per-second for helicopter insurance when I didn't even have a helicopter, so I immediately called the Mafia to "rub-out" my State Farm agent. Now I get my helicopter insurance from the Mafia for much less.

WEB: During 1950, after many years of research, a dedicated biochemist by the name of Dr. Ernst T. Krebs, Jr. (1912-1996), isolated a new vitamin that he numbered B17 and called “Laetrile.”
  As the years rolled by, thousands became convinced that Krebs had finally found the complete control for all cancers, a conviction that even more people share today.
  Back in 1950 Ernst Krebs could have had little idea of the hornet's nest he was about to stir up.
  The pharmaceutical multinationals, unable to patent or claim exclusive rights to the vitamin, launched a propaganda attack of unprecedented viciousness against B17, despite the fact that hard proof of its efficiency in controlling all forms of cancer surrounds us in overwhelming abundance.
   In his brilliantly researched 1974 book World Without Cancer, researcher and author G. Edward Griffin explains the trophoblastic theory of cancer proposed by Professor John Beard of Edinburgh University, which states that certain pre-embryonic cells in pregnancy differ in no discernible way from highly-malignant cancer cells. Edwards Griffin continues: "The trophoblast in pregnancy indeed does exhibit all the classical characteristics of cancer. It spreads and multiplies rapidly as it eats its way into the ****** wall preparing a place where the embryo can attach itself for maternal protection and nourishment."
   The trophoblast is formed in a chain reaction by another cell that Griffin simplifies down to the “total life cell,” which has the total capacity to evolve into any ***** or tissue, or a complete embryo. When the total life cell is triggered into producing trophoblast by contact with the hormone estrogen, present in both males and females, one of two different things happens.
  In the case of pregnancy the result is conventional development of a placenta and umbilical cord. If the trophoblast is triggered as part of a healing process however, the result is cancer or, as Edward Griffin cautions: "To be more accurate, we should say it is cancer if the healing process is not terminated upon completion of its task." Stunning proof of this claim is readily available. All trophoblast cells produce a unique hormone called the chorionic gonadotrophic (C.G.H.) which is easily detected in *****. Thus if a person is either pregnant or has cancer, a simple C.G.H. pregnancy test should confirm either or both. It does, with an accuracy of better than 92% in all cases. If the ***** sample shows positive it means either normal pregnancy or abnormal malignant cancer.
  Griffin notes: "If the patient is a woman, she either is pregnant or has cancer. If he is a man, cancer can be the only cause."
   So why all of the expensive, dangerous biopsies carried to “detect” cancerous growths? One can only assume that Medicare pays doctors a larger fee for biopsies than pregnancy tests.

Ch. 1 : “Of course I don't like war, but Mexico is asking for it...”
My left knee hurt and I knew that I'd need left-knee surgery when I returned to the palace. Fortunately my mother, who is the queen of England, wasn't home so I hung my ****** on the throne to air out. It was just 2 minutes later when the red phone rang: “Mexico has dropped a couple of nuclear H bombs on Pakistan.”; “*******!” I exclaimed. I immediately contacted central command. “This is the prince of England! I want 70,000 soldiers dispatched to Mexico right now!!!”; “Yes sir!” Said the guy on the other end.

Ch. 2 : Cindy's *** puckered like a strangled duck unused to French bread dough. “Did you order the attack on Mexico?” She asked.
   “Yes I did Cindy. As prince of England I see it as my duty.”
   “I love you,” Cindy said, “more than I love God.”
   “Thanks Cindy, but I'm not God, I'm only the prince of England.”

Ch. 3 : “Royal Duties Beyond the Horizon”
My attack on Mexico saved billions of lives in Pakistan and the king of Pakistan knew it. He called me as soon as he could.
   “Please your royal, highly-worshiped Prince of England,” he began, “accept the gratitude of the people of Paskistan for what you have done to save them from being killed by Mexicans.”
   “You're welcome,” I said. “I was simply doing my job as prince of England. Let's pray that Mexico has learned her lesson.”

Ch. 4 : “Mexico Apologizes”
It didn't take long for el presidente of Mexico to see the error of his ways. In a letter sent to me from the president's house in Mexico City, the president wrote: Dear Prince of England: I'm so sorry for dropping a couple of  nuclear H bombs on Pakistan the other day. I don't know why I did it. I promise Sir Royal Prince of England that I won't ever do it again. Please forgive me. I am really sorry.
~ Sincerely, the president of Mexico

Ch. 5 : “Apology Accepted”
As the prince of England I know that nobody's perfect, not even the president of Mexico. I accepted his apology on behalf of the people of Pakistan whom the president of Mexico had dropped a couple of  nuclear H bombs on several days ago.

HIT ME WITH YOUR LESBIAN-LOVE WEAPON my blood-thirsting, bull-dyking, Sappho-loving, rubber-tool-*****-wielding, corn-*******, sharp-shooting lesbian marksman so that I may know what weaponized lesbian love is. Hit me with your lesbian love weapon and I'll die in lesbian love. The lesbian sun, like a lesbian comet, careens through the lesbian solar system at 500,000 lesbian miles per hour with 8 lesbian planets and their lesbian satellite moons & lesbian meteors in tow. Anything that can't get out of the lesbian way is lesbian destroyed! Oh merciful Italian lesbian! Walkie-talkie ***** you rotten, lard-*** **** Guinea sapphist as millions of self-empowered, self-important, self righteous, pink-ribbon-wearing, red-*****-piercing, ****-shucking, ****-slurping, muffler-driving, catfish-taco-munching, teeny-tiny-baby-mutilating, Marx-lounging, whitest-maniac-hating, codger-dodging feministas are asking: "Where's my millionaire?"

Yōko Nogiwa was possessed by devils. Yōko Nogiwa endured exorcism. I shall remember her to our Lord. Yōko Nogiwa's beauty blinded her to essential truths. I felt her temporal brain's pain.

Yōko is dead-set in heat & I dare not for now ever leave her as I am
anticipating sub-tropic monsoon, wearin' floods, eating wild ******
while dealing with rash that's symptomatical of non-typhoidal fever that no medician can extirpate via scalpel wielded as an axe-cleaver
in an eldery Romani queen's ****-house as a klepto-swiping believer
or in an X-Roma crone flit's crap-house as a crap-swipin' receiver or
in a Roman crone queen's ****-house as a runny ****-wipin' deceiver

When great ******* dance, righteous white people cower before the death chant of Zulus  I'm hungry for lamb. Have you a lamb that I may immediately eat? I have pink, new-born lamb innards stewed in ewe juices from the Greek Isle of Crete, thin infant ribs on a tin baking sheet, blanched teeny kid feet & embryonical, scrotal sac nuts salted lightly as a post-dinner treat.

Like their red-haired counterparts, The Ronnong-wetowanca and Adena giants of the Ohio River Valley, The Si-Te-cahs were the enemies of many Indian tribes of the region. also according to the Paiutes, the Si-Te-Cah were hostile and warlike and practiced cannibalism. The Si-Te-Cah and the Paiutes were at war, and after a long struggle a coalition of tribes trapped the remaining Si-Te-Cah in Lovelock Cave. When they refused to come out and be slaughtered, the Indians piled brush before the cave mouth and set it on fire, annihilating the Si-Te-Cah.

"My people say that the tribe we exterminated had reddish hair. I have some of their hair, which has been handed down from father to son. I have a dress which has been in our family a great many years, trimmed with the reddish hair. I am going to wear it some time when I lecture. It is called a mourning dress, and no one has such a dress but my family." — Sarah Winnemucca Hopkins,
*Life Among the Paiutes: Their Wrongs and Claims

It's ****** to suffer durin' the hot summer from 1 aching-stiff illness,
but not so ****** as squatting in a tent with a stepson faking syphilis

⚡️ He's nullifying common core.
⚡️ He ended the Trans-Pacific Partnership
⚡️ He's de-regulating a bloated bureaucracy.
⚡️ He's bringing factories back to the U.S.
⚡️ He's ending illegal immigration.
⚡️ President Trump has busted 10,000 pederasts & pedophiles.
⚡️ **President Trump rescued America from the job-killing Paris Accords.

I'll be in town for a week next week for exciting photographic opportunities in your chateau or mansion. My skin is long and my legs are white. Your heart will skip a beat when you see my fluffy what's-her-name in its swollen, post-adolescent fullness. Tell your mega-wealthy friends about my group-rates! ~ How do the masters of toast maintain ascendancy over singed bread? By militarizing militant policemen who trick people into submitting to tattoos depicting mason Donald Rumsfeld marginalizing truthful citizens. Do Chinese proctologists use chop sticks? Of course they do. They have to eat too.

I think that cow-meat beef is tastier than the runny flesh of a seal as
its buck teeth wrapped around my *** like a wrist watch on a wheel
not unlike the day when a petrified Jack ***** his unmountable Jill
whose nether worldly table manners enraged pro-emperor **** who
dined on wild bison/buffalo meat broiled by vegetarian Buffalo Bill
as I'm seldom hurt by faux pain of the toe sprain, under the heels of  
God's implacable Will from which I grind like a San Juan grist mill

It's ****** to suffer durin' the hot summer from 1 aching-stiff illness,
but not so ****** as squatting in a tent with a stepson faking syphilis
in ******* men's toilets whilst prancing nutty & quaking listless
or in uni-*** **** houses while gay dancin' nutty & shaking pissless
or in a Circle K trans-**** toilet, waltzing queerly & caking fistless
which'll empty his wiry colon so from sleep he'll be waking shitless
I ******* sailors in gowns who are fussy about rough-trade fuzz lint
falling onto, then contaminating, the flat sea pizza that never wasn't
on starry stairs, in parting pairs, 'neath purpled posies for Cousin Itt
who keeps hairy dwarf births low with an abortion-by-the-dozen kit

Mal was the Harlem ******* instigating patriotic F.B.I. raids,
as X was unashamed for copping a white bunky mate's razor blades
the top-quality-razor-sharp kind that a well-behaved criminal trades
in a prison yard with pants-draggin' homies wearing gangsta shades
******* U.A. white money in a sallyport of Wenatchee-apple tirades

Marilyn Monroe was like a door **** because everyone got a turn:
spooks, gay wops, greasers & tunnel bums who were keen to learn,
even day laborers, migrant fruit pickers & coal miners eager to earn
as Marilyn's 'scribed tranquilizer regimen was of no mortal concern
'cause it was Norma Jean's lithium intake that no one could discern
anymore than the Unabomber's gripes seen by Alexander Cockburn  
or the clinically-constipated pretentiousness of nut-job Bruce Dern
who holds far less star appeal than a gator-****-covered swamp fern
or a petit jury of unscrubbed, chitlin'-lovin' nitwits about to adjourn
into the night life of ******, their ponces and mamas horridly stern
who were evicted by the Empire Hotel Group of the Hotel Lucerne
whereat a politico can parlay sick-leave *** with a volunteer intern,
in a meeting room spread eagle on **** carpet near a V.F.W. lectern
for a thrilling roll of tattooed *** wiggle, tanned hip swish & churn
Thiomersal makes serums kick ***, so we'll long for what we yearn
to eat doves, hawks, wrens, rooks, robins & the greater crested tern

I cling to your nether regions when I wear tight britches to make insanely jealous my black hoes & white *******. Your face lights up with the biggest smile when I miss you by inches with jagged floor tile. I can't blame you for urgent life preservation, as my grandma escaped from a Choctaw reservation. Forget me when I'm dead, gone & buried in my grave or the kicks to your midriff that I lovingly gave. I reference Merriam-Webster in Catholic mass, with each page I wipe my careless cares away.
   I love your lard *** & its Nigerian splash back when I'm not under red alert *** gas attack. Give me specialized, cowardly re-treat treatment while I'm navigating the subtle history of what my elevated toilet seat meant.

I've been suddenly promoted by 11 raunchy ****-joys to head of jury
after falling off the court house building that caused my head injury
that was injurious to my slick-chick-hick-eye-baiting phlegm sprain
over the kitty cat calls of 1 swollen-shut dog's nictitating membrane
When cukes are worth more than gold, slutty *****'ll pawn pickles,
pickled in the remains of  satanical dirt-bag goons like Don Rickles
whose ill-will for krauts'll be sated when, with blood, Bonn trickles
I asked crapped-out Denis Johnson, the boozin' writer, dwarven elf,
Can't you spell Denis like everybody else? Denis Johnson, silly elf!
Start spelling Denis with 2 n's, like everybody in the world, or else!

YACHTING WITH MY RICH FRIENDS in our expensive yachts.
Heave-** yachting confrères. I love you like Curd Jürgens loved hell when he went to hell for rehearsal, once (the first time).

If you want to be heard you will have to be quiet. I told everybody deaf about "us" but everybody but "us" was deaf. I feel like eating glazed donuts that belong to someone who respects the police.

My 115 personalities don't crash with cracked-up loser Sybil whose
furry *** wins love in the dark, 2 sips of cream in a bowl of kibble

"Whether it was Harry Hopkins or Mary Poppins, it's wrong to deep-fry poodles!" Is the denunciation of evil that will come at the conclusion of my prophetic testament to the luscious maidens of Sumatra before Satan plunges them into inescapable darkness because no broken spine's going to stop me from climbing Mount Everest! You can fire bazookas at me and run my mother over with a snow mobile and I won't care!

☒ Give to me the possession of my hormones back for full absorption*
☒ as I'm keen on resuming the bony splinter means of bone resorption
☒ while admixed by neo-commixed protocols of bio-ecleptic sorption
☒ Let's stomp sun-burnt faces 'cause J. Edgar Hoover was the riddled
☒ manufacturer of Malcolm X from a ***** mulatto known by Little
☒ who scrounged while Jersey burned its cheap, girly skirts for a tittle
☒ Marilyn Monroe was like a door **** because everyone got a turn:
☒ spooks, gay wops, greasers & tunnel bums who were keen to learn,
☒ even day laborers, migrant fruit pickers & coal miners eager to earn
☒ as Marilyn's 'scribed tranquilizer regimen was of no mortal concern
☒ 'cause it was Norma Jean's lithium intake that no one could discern
☒ anymore than the Unabomber's gripes seen by Alexander Cockburn
☒ or the clinically-constipated pretentiousness of nut-job Bruce Dern
☒ who holds far less star appeal than a gator-****-covered swamp fern
☒ or a petit jury of unscrubbed, chitlin'-lovin' nitwits about to adjourn
☒ into the night life of ******, their ponces and mamas horridly stern
☒ who were evicted by the Empire Hotel Group of the Hotel Lucerne
☒ whereat a politico can parlay sick-leave *** with a volunteer intern,
☒ in a meeting room spread eagle on **** carpet near a V.F.W. lectern
☒ for a thrilling roll of tattooed *** wiggle, tanned hip swish & churn
☒ Thiomersal makes serums kick ***, so we'll long for what we yearn
☒ to eat doves, hawks, wrens, rooks, robins & the greater crested tern
☒ Merck adds the blood of rabbits to their notorious M.M.R. vaccine
☒ to proliferate superior mutant strains that filtrate foggy brains clean
☒ Patients are murdered in hospitals for their kidneys, lungs & organs
☒ Do not cry over spilt milk nor over the disarmed Aussies poor guns
☒ 'cause switched ships Titanic & Olympic were banker J.P. Morgan's
☒ The P.M. didn't expose insurance fraud for fear of losing war funds
☒ The power to tax involves the power to destroy is heavy and taxing
☒ as it wanes menstrually when it is not in the seventh house waxing,
☒ or naked in a river with water moccasins, gators & pirañas relaxing
☒ as redacted facsimiles of pentagonal papers have militarians faxing
☒ about whether Check 'n Go offers the best 3rd-party-check-cashing
☒ while our children are dulled by prescription tranquilizer dopamine
☒ they are concurrently spazzed by that genic stimulant amphetamine
☒ which was pharmaceutically pedalled by allopathists as benzedrine
☒ that's able to hyper-stimulate a brain faster than a ten-pound praline
☒ while sickening patients via rashes of neuro-transmitting histamine
☒ A superior knowledge must be properly applied to equate to power
☒ from a Jehovah's Witness Kingdom Hall or Pentecostal ivory tower
☒ below which poor people must be transfixed into a cowardly cower
☒ whilst stupefied by the oily patter of tele-prompted twit Matt Lauer
☒ who graduated from imbecile of the minute to retardate of the hour
☒ He got this way by substituting saw dust for desiccated wheat flour
☒ while denigrating Ike's warning against the militarists we empower
☒ I suspected that the stinking ****** I grew up with wasn't a brother
☒ till the program for adoptees: Look Dumb-***, I Ain't Your Mother!
☒ School-gun-free-zone laws force armed criminals to finally disarm
☒ in gun-free zones to protect our children from armed-criminal harm
☒ as no one need fear for in each school there's a regulation fire alarm
☒ plus in every home-room there's a martial-arts-trained school marm
☒ and if her tae kwon do fails she'll lure from him his gun with charm
☒ as she's a **** gal even though she was raised on a Wisconsin farm
☒ O Lord God have mercy to steer a misplaced/misdirected gratitude
☒ to a septicemic pit that'll sanitarily coax hyper-stimulated negritude
☒ what'll ablate pained receptors spun into a dextro-rotational attitude
☒ coursing towards 1 dizzy patter replenishing whomsoever'll delude
☒ the framed, gullible men & clothes-racked naturalists who sun ****
☒ 100% cocksure to stymie church with a girlified/glorified interlude
☒ before the bank of God files this in suit, the way it wants to be sued
☒ or epoxied, affixed, pasted, joined, stuck, adhered, taped and glued
☒ onto pages of doggerel verse that's shockingly & mockingly shrewd
☒ while an edibly-ripe tomato's rendered unpalatable as it was stewed
☒ for a *******-tight ***** forcefully torqued cracks tightly *******
☒ falling from the stitched mouths of dowagers bitten off half chewed
☒ From Hibernia to Albion, Scotsmen hang martyrs from an oak rood
☒ as pleated t'ings Scottish are sorely transfixed & rough-hewn crude  
☒ where Wales' women decry a Holyheaded Welshman miner's mood
☒ that's digested like lamb lobscouse stew which's St. Helens #1 food
☒ pushing Brixton's Jamaican monkeys into a quasi-Rastafarian feud
☒ Out of the blue you rained on me saturating this prosthetic left knee
☒ I should've shot you in the neck before you pushed me out of a tree
☒ I can't cover my bald head unless somebody sells me a wig for free
☒ From a boat it's good to hurl & ***** 'cause it's fish food in the sea
☒ as rancid crap dumped overboard makes for delicious salt-water tea
☒ the type preferred by the vampiress Liz: Romanian quean of misery
☒ & ma to the wing-eared-imbecilic Chucky mate to mammy Cammy
☒ in full glory, in casual shift that is provocatively low-cut and flimsy
☒ Albanian maniac = Albaniac from under & off a Penn Central track
☒ Romanian  maniac = Romaniac no matter the ooze of angled crack
☒ that will trump disease by scarfing red-peppered cole slaw cabbage
☒ so as to avert pelvic-girdle bruising plus sudden high-thigh damage
☒ Conventions banning torture are seen by State eugenicists as quaint
☒ because botulism makes not a crone seem no younger than she ain't
☒ In circles dark chronic emphysema is a darkly chronicled complaint
☒ soon as you thunk no violation too vile could make Liz queen faint
☒ on the decks of slaughter-ships finished in super polymerized paint
☒ **** no stick to monarchical petticoats while the shell rots of a saint
☒ where no sodium fluoridated water can pineal gland ******* & taint
☒ as no lardy laird shall see redress from Marxian Scotland's restraint
☒ Dominican man-eaters wolf almond brother & nephew sandwiches
☒ over the shrill hue & cry of black, barren, hog-shaped Indio *******
☒ whose godless zombie voodoo chants prohibit hiking furry britches
☒ even though hairy pants are the #1 thing that negresses know itches
☒ all students at Lee Harvey Oswald's C.I.A. college of patsy snitches
*☒ where marksmen and sharp-shooters exhibit shaking-palsy twitches

Hey mama, it's the thrill of travel versus the combat of defeat... For Christmas let us join brass knuckles, slam FOR SALE signs into our faces, coat cotton ***** in petroleum jelly & relapse into comas to wish the control group, that framed Teddy Kennedy in 1969 on **** Bridge, a snowy Edgar Winter & a sizzling Donna Summer!

Interview with Stink Mastectomy:

“Hey Stink, your last name reminds me of that terrible surgical operation.”

“Which one?”

“The one that women have.”

“Oh, that one.”

We love *****-street ****** because it is good but only if you inject
it when you should, when you're drunkenly melancholical on singer
Mălina Olinescu's 6th floor balcony ledge where poor Mălina stood
She is lying in weeds thruthlessly: **** quick, *** left, yet not really
while I'm like a movie star: tan-ready, drug induced, living in Philly
with ditzy Patty Duke who lived on lithium, high up where it's hilly
with nitwit Patty Duke who thrived on lithium, high where it's hilly
as black broads punish me worser than Jerry Lee did Mickey Gilley
or that muffler who played **** van ****'s Helper neighbor Millie
whose 2-pronged love, once legalized, could do nothing but **** me
before hurting my tender tendonitis that's nonexistent in either knee
what I strained while stripping the girl from Ipanema's slinky bikini

Celebrity Deaths: 12/11/12
John Atterberry, 40, American music industry executive (Death Row Records), shot.
Predrag Ćeramilac, 67, Serbian actor, suicide. (Croatian)
Alberto de Mendoza, 88, Argentine actor. [4]
Mălina Olinescu, 37, Romanian singer (Eurovision Song Contest 1998), suicide. (Romanian)
Robert Peliza, 91, Gibraltarian politican, Chief Minister of Gibraltar (1969–1972)

WEB: In June 1964, Chinese film history changed forever. Previously, Southeast Asian cinema had been dominated by two families — the Shaw family, headed by Run Run Shaw, and the Loke family, headed by Loke Wan Tho. The latter was a veritable empire that owned rubber plantations, banks, cinemas, and a movie studio called Cathay. Founded in 1953, Cathay specialized in urbane, Westernized musicals and comedies, whereas Shaw Brothers Studios, with its muscle-headed nationalism, was shooting squarely at the lowest common denominator.

Cathay-Keris Films Pte. Ltd.
This week's featured series at the New York Film Festival shines a light on China's great forgotten movie studio, Grady Hendrix writes. Above, Grace Chang stars in Tian-lin ****'s 'The Wild, Wild Rose' (1960).
Shaw made money, but Cathay earned the prestige with such high-class talent as screenwriter Eileen Chang (author of Ang Lee's new film, "Lust, Caution"). But on June 20, 1964, fate would vault one company over the other for the rest of time. With both film studios in attendance at the Asian Film Festival in Taiwan, Loke Wan Tho and Run Run Shaw were each invited on a sightseeing tour. Run Run begged off, Loke agreed to go, and when the plane carrying him, his wife, and his chief executives crashed, Cathay crashed with them. Today, Shaw Brothers rules the memories of Chinese film fans and Cathay's stable of stars are long forgotten.


Civil Air Transport Flight 106


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Civil Air Transport Flight 106
Accident summary
Date
20 June 1964
Summary
Engine failure and loss of control
Site
Shenkang, Taiwan
Passengers
52
Crew
5
Fatalities
57
Survivors
0
Aircraft type
Curtiss C-46D Commando
Operator
Civil Air Transport
Registration
B-908
Flight origin
Taichung Airport (TXG/RCLG)
Destination
Taipei-Sung Shan Airport (TSA/RCSS)
Civil Air Transport Flight 106 was a Curtiss C-46D Commando[1] operated by the Taiwanese airline Civil Air Transport that on 20 June 1964 crashed near the village of Shenkang in western Taiwan, killing all 57 people aboard.
Contents
1 The accident
2 The aircraft
3 Causes
4 Passengers
5 References
The accident
Shortly after take-off from Taichung the No.1 engine failed and during the recovery the aircraft turned to the left impacting the ground left wing low in a nose down attitude.
The aircraft
The flight was being operated by a C-46D, regn. B-908, (C/n 32950), which had flown 19,488 hours from 1944 to 1964
Causes
Primary cause of the accident was the failure of the No.1 engine, compounded by mishandling during the recovery / return to Taichung Airport.
Passengers
Among the dead were 20 Americans, one Briton and members of the Malaysian delegation to the 11th Film Festival in Asia, including businessman Loke Wan Tho and his wife Mavis.[2][3]

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!

In 1979 eugenist/evolutionist Peter Singer wrote: “Human babies are not born self-aware, or capable of grasping that they exist over time. They are not persons”; therefore, “the life of a newborn is of less value than the life of a pig, a dog, or a chimpanzee.”

Also, by State eugenist/evolutionist Peter Singer: “Some people carry genes that mean any children they produce will be severely mentally *******. As long as the lives of these children are pleasant, it would not, according to the replaceability argument, be wrong to perform a scientific experiment on a child that resulted in the death of the child, provided another child could be conceived to take its place.”

Here comes my silver strands, wrongly wrung in place of meaningful discourse; securely knotted upon my thyroid. There goes American global leadership: crapped out at the sink with money stacked neatly by the commode for scratchy deployment. Along my demilitarized zone I smugly hike my trousers northerly poleward.

▝ ▙ ▝ ▙ The preventative, treatment & cure for insomnia and mental illnesses (including the diseases: anorexia & pellagra) is niacin (vit. B3). The thiamine/vitamin B1 deficiency disease beriberi also entails food phobia (anorexia). Research Dr. Abram Hoffer. Anorexia is a vitamin-deficiency disease.

Free oak firewood with bowel movement. Now performing: Frankie Valli & the Four Bowel Movements! Cat needs good home with bowel movement. Vote for Donald F. Bowel Movement. Only you can prevent forest- bowel-movement fires. Tonight on channel 4 it's True Bowel Movement Grit starring John Bowel Movement Wayne & Glen Campbell. Employees must wash hands during bowel movement.

The apple doesn't fall far from the fruity fruit tree. Don't tell your twin everything. You're wiser than she. Dogs are attuned to sine waves, menstrual cycles & cardio-rhythms. A picture's worth 1,000 words...but only 57 ****. Love & Kisses, oven hisses...All my love's for you, and for that woman who used to drive the bread truck. Sitting up unsupported? Drinking coffee on a diving board? Wearing high-heel shoes in a swimming pool? There are 2 types of people, those who put people into 2 types and those who don't. My chihuahua loves me for what I am inside: dog parts. Concrete is correct. It's cement when it's wet. Royalties. They are royally generous like Liz is with Phil, like Nick was to Sunny. Go ahead, love yourself, but not on the bus where everybody can see you. Even in mystical India, helicopter pilots MUST reject spherical trigonometry to navigate our Earth as she is: a motionless plane, and not as a ball planet rotating & wobbling @ 1,039 miles per hour at her equatorial mid-line. I'm touched (in a mentally-unretarded way).

Of course they don't call it "gay pride," unless they understand English, otherwise they translate it into their language. It all sounds boastful, except in Slavic countries where nothing's been right since Marshall Tito croaked.

Let us relate our police beatings with recollections recounted hazily
while even at 70 Barbi Benton's 32 teeth will fit in her mouth lazily
like 2 cottage-cheese thighs that in her dotage she exposes brazenly
in the company of Hugh Hefner who expends **** broads cravenly
which ain't too much unlike hairy tramps cravin' a clean-shaven me
or needs enumerated by gay coal miners in a coal-mine-cave-in plea
Because not every black lesbian is a connoisseur of elderberry wine
there is chardonnay, Merlot & Syrah for Y.W.C.A. diners who mine

A million tons of pink ribbons can't **** a malignant cell. Pats on the back, good wishes & honorable intentions are meaningless in stopping the predictable/incremental malignant process

Cancer is unique among diseases. Corporate cartels (merged monopolies) have stymied ALL meaningful research to determine the cause of the disease state and are strictly interested in attacking the symptom of the disease: tumorous growth. In this way cancer will remain incurable as no chronic metabolic disease can be successfully treated thru mechanical manipulation of the body. The CURE, treatment & preventative for crab cancer is Amygdalin (vitamin B17); for pellagra/schizophrenia/anorexia it's niacin (vitamin B3).

Plasma-pink-colored hair does nothing to address the cause of cancer nor treat the symptoms of cancer. Women, who exert their vitamin/mineral-deficient bodies in foot races run to procure money for the manufacture of pink undershirts, are making their desperate medical plight more desperate. What is the best outcome for a Human Being afflicted with cancer seated in the mammae? Cessation of the birth of malignantic cell structures.

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.}

HOW TO CURE IT: DO NOT SUBMIT TO RADIO- & CRYO-ABLATIVE & CHEMO- “THERAPIES” — TAKE PANCREATIC ENZYMES — AVOID CERTAIN FOODS & HABITS — TAKE VITAMIN B17 (1 to 6 grams daily on a full stomach) AND THE VITAMINS LISTED BELOW — EAT THE CARCINOLYTIC FOODS LISTED BELOW — “Therapeutic” radiation, in any amount, harms living tissue. (Röntgen rays, electromagnetic radiation, x-rays, x-radiation, ionizing radiation, corpuscular radiation can be implemented for diagnostic purposes, but never for therapeutic benefit.) Chemo- “therapy” poisons healthy tissue [necrocytotoxin – a toxin that produces death of cells]. Of the 4 protocols in traditional (allopathic) cancer “therapy”: surgery (cutting), radiation (burning), cryo-ablation/cryosurgery (hypothermia) & chemo/chemical/chemicocautery (poisoning/toxifying), only manual surgery possesses some legitimacy when malignant (cancerous) growth has reached a certain stage. It is far better to avoid cancer than to treat it. Cancer is the body's inability to stop the process of healing, the same natural process in producing a placenta (that one pound ***** attached to the uterine membrane which serves to nourish a developing baby). The essential anti-cancer (tumoricidal) vitamin is VITAMIN B17 (known as Amygdalin, and as Laetrile when synthesized from apricot pips). If you have cancer you must greatly reduce, or avoid: caffeine, tobacco, red meat, alcohol, corn syrup, cane sugar, tomato products. [U.S. cancer rates: the year 1900 : 3%; 1950 : 20%; 1972 : 27%; 1999 : 39%; by 2020 : 50%]

VITAMIN B17 is abundant in these foods: the seeds of apples, loquats, pears, pumpkins, watermelons; as well as in apricot kernels, bamboo shoots, barley grass (research: Dr. Yoshihide Hagiwara) & wheat grass, beet tops, bitter almond, blackberries, boysenberries, brewers yeast, brown rice, buckwheat, cashews, cherry kernels, cranberries, currants, eucalyptus leaves, fava beans, flax seeds, garbanzo beans, gooseberries, guyabano, huckleberries, lentils, lima beans, linseed meat, loganberries, macadamia nuts, millet, millet seed, peach kernels, pecans, plum kernels, pokeberries, prickly ash bark, quince, raspberries, sorghum cane syrup, spinach, sprouts, tapioca (manioc), vetches and watercress. A person whose diet is deficient in these nitrilosidic foods (those foods rich in Amygdalin, the substance of which the molecularity is 1 part: the natural analgesic benzaldehyde, 1 part: hydrogen cyanide, 2 parts: glucose) is incapable of stopping the over-production of healing cells thus this person has cancer. To aid the pancreas a patient should take pancreatic enzymes & eat fresh pineapple and papaya. Supplement your diet with the nutrients (of which 95% of Americans are chronically deficient) that compliment Laetrile (vitamin B17): zinc (which is the transport mechanism for Laetrile/vitamin B17) ~ vitamin C (build up to 6 grams a day) ~ manganese ~ magnesium ~ selenium ~ vitamins B6, B9 & B12 ~ vitamin A ~ vitamin E (at least 2,000 I.U.) A cheap, over-the-counter, *****-analysis pregnancy test is accurate in 92% of cases at detecting cancerous cell activity in the body. Men & women can test for cancer upon rising with a pregnancy test as cancer and pre-embryonic cells are virtually indistinguishable (in functionality) from cells designated as: adenocarcinomal, adenocarcinomic, adenocarcinomical, ameboid, amniotic, amniotical, anaplastic, anaplastical, angiogenetic, angiogenetical, angiogenic, angiogenical, angiosarcomal, astrocytomal, astrocytomic, atypical, basal, basaltic, blastocystic, cacoethic, cancerial, cancerian, cancerigenic, cancerigenical, cancerillic, canceritic, cancerogenic, cancerogenical, cancroidal, cancerophilic, cankerous, carcinoembryonic, carcinoembryonical, carcinogenic, carcinogenical, carcinoidal, carcinomal, carcinomatoid, carcinomatous, carcinomic, carcinosarcomal, cholangiocarcinomal, chondrosarcomal, chordomal, dedifferentiated, desmoistic, desmoplastic, desmoplastical, dyscrasial, dysgerminomal, dysgerminomic, dysplastic, dysplastical, embryonal, embryonic, embryonical, endometrial, endophytic, epithelial, epitheliomatous, endophytic, exophytic, extra-embryonic, fetational, fetoplacental, fetoplacentic, foetational, fibroblastic, germinogenic, gestational, glioblastomal, histometaplastic, Hürthle, hypermutable, hypermutagenic, leiomyosarcomal, leukemial, leucaemicus, leukaemic, leukaemical, leukemic, leukemical, leukocythemic, leukocytomic, liposarcomal, lymphomal, lymphomic, macroglobulinemiac, malignant, malignantal, malignantic, malignus, medulloblastomal, melanocytic, melanomatous, melanotic, metastatic, metastatical, Müllerian, mutagenic, mutagenical, mutated, mutational, mycoplasmal, mycoplasmic, myelodysplastic, myelodysplastical, myelomal, myelomatoid, myelomonocytic, myelomonocytical, myeloproliferative, myxoid, myxoidic, necrogenic, necrogenous, neo-blastic, neo-embryonic, neo-fetal, neo-formative, neo-genetic, neo-genetical, neo-plasiac, neo-plasmatic, neo-plasmatical, neo-plasmical, neo-plasmic, neo-plastic, neo-plastigenic, nephroblastomal, neurofibrosarcomal, odontogenic, oncogenic, oncologic, oncological, osteosarcomal, paramalignant, paraneoplasmic, paraneoplastic, paraneoplastical, pathogenetic, pathogenetical, pathogenic, pathogenical, placental, placentational, pleiomorphic, pleomorphic, polycythemial, polymorphic, polymorphical, pluripotent, pre-cancerous, pre-embryonal, pre-leukemic, promyelocytic, promyelocytical, proto-embryonic, proto-leukemic, pre-squamous, pre-tumorous, proto-oncogenetic (gene), proto-tumorous, pseudocystical, quasi-neoplastic, sarcoidal, sarcomal, sarcomatous, seminomal, squamous, toxicogenic, toxicogenomic, trophic, trophical, trophoblastic, trophoblastical, trophoplasmatic, trophoplasmic, tumefactive, tumefied, tumid, tumidus, tumoral, tumorigenic, tumorigenical, tumorlike, tumorous, tumoural, tumourous. Watch (available on You-Tube) G. Edward Griffin's "World Without Cancer."

IN BRIEF Concerning Cancer: 1. Take a pregnancy test just after waking up. For men a positive result means either cancer or a false positive. Take another test the next day. If a man gets 3 positive results then likely he has cancer somewhere. For women a positive result means (if she's able to become pregnant) she's pregnant or she has cancer, or she's pregnant and she has cancer, or a false positive (the test result is wrong). 2. Several positive pregnancy test results = cancer. What next? STOP eating red meat, sugar, corn syrup. STOP drinking *****. STOP (or at least cut back on) smoking. 3. Eat fresh pineapple & papaya. Take vitamin B17 (at least 1 gram daily) and wheat grass and/or barley grass liquid or capsules (they're rich in vitamin B17), on a full stomach daily (you can't overdose on them ~ they're not poisonous). Take a zinc supplement. Take pancreatic enzymes. REVIEW: TAKE pregnancy tests to detect cancer. TAKE vitamin B17 (and as many of the listed vitamins as you can, especially zinc). Eat fresh pineapple & papaya. STOP eating red meat & cane sugar. It will take several weeks on B17 therapy to turn out negative pregnancy test results. The tumor WILL NOT shrink much even after the cancer is gone because only 10% of the tumor was cancer. The tumor MAY swell temporarily as the vitamin B17 kills malignant cells. NOTE: Vitamin B17 therapy WILL NOT destroy the tumor! Vitamin B17 therapy will destroy the malignant cells (cancerous cells) of the tumor and within the tumor. Only 5% to 10% of the cells comprising a tumor are cancerous cells. In time the tumorous growth will be absorbed, in whole or in part. Unless the tumor is cosmetically displeasing, impinging nerves or blood vessels or hampering normal ****** function then let it be.

The life expectancy for American medical doctors is 58 years.
The life expectancy for Haitian voodoo witch doctors is 62.7 years.

WEB: Dr. Dean Burk (March 21, 1904 – October 6, 1988), head of the Cytochemistry section of the National Cancer Institute has reported that in a series of tests on animal tissue, the B-17 had no effect, but released so much cyanide and Benzaldehyde when it came in contact with cancer cells that not one of them could survive. He said, ”When we add Laetrile to a cancer culture under the microscope, we see the cancer cells dying off like flies.” ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

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.

Are you familiar with **** Pleasureman's fine book, Gratifying a Woman Sexually? Yes, intimately. It's available everywhere that books on sexually gratifying women are sold out of car trunks.
   Suddenly I felt the need to read Gratifying a Woman Sexually, Chapter 1: "Female Genitals" & Chapter 2: "The Female Pleasure Zone" & Chapter 3: "The Female Pleasure Zone (part 2)."
   “...and in the future I would read Gratifying a Woman Sexually by **** Pleasureman, again and maybe even again...”
   “On any sunny day you'll find me standing behind someone's car reading Gratifying a Woman Sexually by **** Pleasureman...” ~ “When I'm not buying Gratifying a Woman Sexually by **** Pleasureman, I'm reading Gratifying a Woman Sexually by **** Pleasureman...” ~ “Ask around. See what readers think of Gratifying a Woman Sexually by **** Pleasureman.”

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This Urinary Tract Infection Poem (spreads a baking-cliff stillness)
It's ****** to suffer durin' the hot summer from 1 aching-stiff illness,
but not so ****** as squatting in a tent with a stepson faking syphilis

N.W.O.-owned corporations promote the freshest of youthful faces
having Hillary F. Clinton lesbian relations in crowded public places
Moral citizens must subdue these shrub-scouts with military maces
then bind them together with cheap lamp cord, twine & shoe laces,
before scrubbing the scene clean to obliterate all ****-diving traces
from mobs bleeding the white-funded black & sallow yellow races,
they take up  phony causes in nine of ten clinically-disproven cases
running Manchurian patsies & *** kittens through menticidal paces
A rosy future belongs to normal people, the more normal the better,
folks who appreciate normal things: normal pets like an Irish setter
and paying a street ***** with cash because she's a chronic debtor,
and yet her ****'s an amiable fellow: truly a self-starting go-getter
who crochets booties for newborns & obeys some laws to the letter
How many movies in Maine feature a crapped-out Joan Fontaine?
How much glucosamine does a diseased cow's leg bone contain?
There were no gregarious bean bakers in Hooterville's Green Acres
nor big queen Quakers, fatuous lean takers, spliced spleen shakers,
seldom-seen fakers, farmers as keen rakers, men called teen takers
Low sugar metabolism makes a chick act like Portland Hoffa Allen
in that she'll scarf like a starved pig, piggishly hogging water melon
or muskmelon or any melon that Montreal-melon sellers are sellin'
to your average Trenton mobster, fugitive or romantic paroled felon
who'd **** with depleted uranium Arab babies by incessant shellin'
& get away with it because America's corporate media ain't a-tellin'
just like they didn't tell when 1-dollar milk sold for 1 buck a gallon
and Americans wondered if Michael Jackson & Billy Jean'd marry
civilly in Dominica even though he was a pæderastic-gay-bait fairy
preferring to make it with some 11-year-old paper boy named Gary
in the ***** fields of Michael Landon's Little House on the Prairie
where S.A.G. cows grazed to produce cream for N.B.C'.s T.V. dairy
that made Victor French's fancy ice cream: French vanilla & cherry
that even Melissa Gilbert couldn't resist, who was so often contrary
on the set 'cause her adolescent mood swings did menstrually vary
in the '70's when broads were sexier as they were much more hairy
than “Johnny B. Goode” singer & women's room spy Chuck Berry,
who married a cousin who was flittier than Heinz queer John Kerry
& 6 points stupider than the porcupine stooge: old anti-Christ Larry
who chose his sister-in-law's sister as the bride most likely to marry
whose dipsomania meant that she'd imbibe fortified wine & sherry
as one could be subbed for the other when all choices ain't arbitrary
within fashion statements decrying the sci-fi of Gene Roddenberry  
while taking pseudo-fictive writings as celestially lunar and literary
masterminded by T.V. cockroach from Hogan's Heroes: Bob Clary
Give to me the possession of my hormones back for full absorption
as I'm keen on resuming the bony splinter means of bone resorption
while admixed by neo-commixed protocols of bio-ecleptic sorption
Let's stomp sun-burnt faces 'cause J. Edgar Hoover was the riddled
manufacturer of Malcolm X from a ***** mulatto known by Little
who scrounged while Jersey burned its cheap, girly skirts for a tittle
No one plays guitar more melodically than does cuchi cuchi Charo
whose passion for nature out-natures that of the lovely Al Malinaro
& the crapped-out juvenile actor who was known as Frankie Darro
whom all Californians knew was as straight as the straightest arrow
unafraid to stay the course & to keep righteously straight & narrow
under the same moral code that's served so well María Mia Farrow
who has sworn off the making of stew using vole, llama or sparrow
yet not excluding the animal delicacies of pancreas & bone marrow  
enjoyed by robbers Bonnie Parker, Buck, Clyde & Blanche Barrow
who, as bandidos Mexicanos, were obliged to steal Mexican dinero
☹ A wild man's on the loose who's hurting tourism as a tourist ******
☹ He's tall & menacing like the guy on T.V.'s F Troop, Forrest Tucker
☹ A ****** is on the prowl and he's ******* tourists as a tourist ******
☹ He looks like that F Troop sergeant O'Rourke, actor Forrest Tucker
☹ A wild ******'s escaped from ******* prison & he's a tourist ******
☹ He is a bad ******* **** like the ****** on F Troop, Forrest Tucker

The successful use of cyanates in the control of sickle cell crisis has been indicated clinically and experimentally. Thiocyanate, an intermediate product of the metabolism of Vitamin B17 is thought to be the active component. The recommended daily supplementation of Vitamin B17 is 50 to 100 m.g. for small children and 250 to 500 m.g. per day for the adult sickler.

Like 9 dogs eatin' tuna fish I cried for your thigh to comfort me like
the jack breadfruit that comforted Bounty Lieutenant William Bligh
whilst he abstained from Tahitian maidens who were cunningly shy
My big, beautiful mouth that frets & sasses makes me intellectually
superior to everyone except the most idiotic of ******* dumb *****
whose apple cider vinegar becomes unsulfured blackstrap molasses
Remember again old cross firemen, Jesus burned for your arson sin
2,000 years before I wrapped your fat *** around your chinless chin
through hellish dew of frosty equanimity with Gail Fisher as Peggy,
Mannix shaved his dangling loose hairy stems above gay legs leggy
so that he might wiggle folklorical jigs like Haitians do with reggae
Gay-***-whackin' Hillary Clinton humps *** to a disco-***-humpin'
beat from her *** crooked-pants-suited *** to her lezzy-***-toed feet
stuck in turds as Bill sodomizes a mule, **** Hillary can be bought
stuck in pig **** as Billy rapes another, shaky Hillary can be bought
with Kleenex 'cause her honker has 5 pounds of unsought nose snot
that added nothin' to the virulent ****** that I ain't not never caught

Diabetic Floridians have traded their pancreatic souls for jelly rolls
while shimmying bloated groove things from crooked Citrus Bowls
to kick placenta-shaped globes through two sissified posts of goals
and fondling each other in and amongst obelisk football field poles,
in practice for the third to man righteous slots in State cheese doles
to boldly sashay on promenades with dogs called women for strolls
only to dine upon nature's bounty of termite larvae, slugs & moles,
from countrified cities and urban meadows to ship-beaching shoals
where myopic quasi-goats possess proto-goat gumption to eat trolls
In national shoe economy sectors it's advisable to rehabilitate soles
Remember the Maine, to hell with Spain, explore passages or holes
as it was in 1943's Hit the Ice twixt Elyse Knox & Patric Knowles,
allowing Lou Costello to be raked over the flick's proverbial coals