I was confused & confounded as I bore the brunt of his physical manifestations & demands that forced me to cross the divide from footsy girlfriend to foot patient.

Down at the orangish river that waves 'neath the sulfur creek bridge
I fell in love with the mentally-deranged X-governor Tommy Ridge
His coal-mine-deep anals were frigidly off-putting & purely tragical
unlike his knobs that were, what dog Walter Disney called, magical
We fell in fakey love like folks on welfare & we couldn't look back
'cause his big knees were out-swollen by his century-old scrotal sac
1 day we shall conceive 19 Mongoloid kids when nobody's looking
in the attic of hot-lovin' love where we enjoy 100% ****** cooking
At the river of  witches I dug up the moldy corpse of Lloyd Bridges
He appeared unwell as his **** was grooved by hemorrhoid ridges,
& his gray brains were burned, shriveled, unusable, blue & parched
like Mario Soother Bing's crena ani after he'd preached & marched
Lloyd loved me mucho more than he loved Turks for Thanksgiving
before rottin' by the putrefying process after he'd stopped *** living

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Let us hatch planetary plots to nuke Greek islands richer than Crete
whilst writing foot-powered scripts for stitching goat hooves to feet
in celebration of Maya Angelou's trysts with gay sailors of the fleet
or coaxing something smothering beneath her pocked, lard-*** seat
to rescuing status asthmaticus negroids oxi-absorbing necrotic *****

**Marriage (to marinate; to meld) therefore, in this neo-hippie nation as a matter of RIGHT, must be equated to group-marriage (plural, polygamous), *******, necrophiliac, cannibalistic & incestuous unions. Here we have a brave, new world. A departed person can will themselves into matrimony. Groups may wed & intermarry too. In other words: when marriage (meld, mix) is all-inclusive it is without purpose/without standing.

Kiss me like granny used to after she lost 1 lung, with plenty of spit*
*& slobber &, as much as you can cram in of, your ****-pink tongue

Americans stroll softly in spongy mindset with little-to-no residual quip. [Shenequa is my middle name except that I spell it with a T at the end. Paige is my extra middle name except that I spell it with a B & 2 E's & I accent it on the second syllable.] We're boozing it up on barbiturates. We're drowning in Lithium & following a death cult. For the sake of all that's become suddenly & conveniently holy: Lead by crumpled example, crumpled-example-leading leaders! Scar tissue is the completion of healing. Don't be lonely, give everybody a million dollars...Love rhymes with shove; love'll with shovel...I nail. I *****. I treat grandma respectfully.**

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
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

When I'm not in the Himalayas riding my snow-white alpaca, I'm in
Jax, Florida kickin' the ***** *** of every *****-murdering *cracka

Taylor was in college, a lesbian college. Everybody there was a lesbian, even the janitor. 1 day Taylor was in the library reading a **** book about lesbian jockeys when Mary Lou came in. Taylor had a crush on Mary Lou for 2 semesters in a row but knew to “back off” because Mary Lou was Olga's girl. “Hi, Mary Lou,” Taylor said. “Hey,” Mary Lou responded. “I broke up with Olga for good,” Mary Lou blurted out as her thick lesbian lips bore down on Taylor with a homosexual ferocity that Taylor hadn't experienced since she was much younger.

LESBIANS IGNORING EACH OTHER is a film that I hope to make. It's a story of 6 distraught & unattractive lesbians who have no interest in romance, flirting, groping & fondling. The movie begins with the 6 of them, dressed for winter, sitting around a picnic table 1 hundred yards from the dump. Garbage trucks and bulldozers can be heard dumping and dozing enormous piles of garbage. The lesbians refuse to acknowledge one another.

SECRET LESBIAN PREGNANCY ~ Mary was secretly a lesbian whose lesbian secret was unknown to Shirley, her secret lesbian girlfriend. It was in the emergency room, after Mary's water broke, that Shirley was told of Mary's secret lesbianism and pregnancy. Shirley was angry and slapped Mary for not being honest about her secret lesbianism. Mary cried and gave birth to a baby whom she named Larry, after Larry of the 3 Stooges.

DAYS of MUCHO SUNSHINE, FOR SALE LARGE BOX WITH AIR HOLES PERFECT FOR PUTTING GOD IN, I MEAN DOG.
****** morgue fridges that kept corpses cold brought attention to
the troubling concerns 'tween Mongol cadavers unbought & unsold
to be flayed for exposition in: In China You Do What You Are Told
A red-haired foster boy asks, “******, phony-fake Daddy, is 'Blood
Spewing from my Throat' a love song or what?” 9 months later dad
answers, “Yes, it is a song to determine whether you make the cut.”
I like being ***-******* in Houston with the cellar door bolted shut
'cause it makes me feel something inside like a pure-breed in a mutt
or like 1 of Robert Joseph White's headless monkeys clapping a nut
against the dull cavities entombed in the petrified body of King Tut


WEB ~ Mihaela Valentina Runceanu (4 May 1955, Buzău - 1 November 1989, Bucharest) (n. 4 mai 1955, Buzău — 1 noiembrie 1989, Bucureşti) was a Romanian pop singer and vocal techniques teacher. She became a successful vocal singer, her voice being highly appreciated in Romania. Many of her songs were hits, and she released two albums, Mihaela Runceanu and Pentru voi, muguri noi, the latter only one day before she was murdered in her home in Bucharest.
On 1 November 1989, a personal friend of hers, Daniel Ştefănescu, visited her and insisted that they watch a videotape he had obtained (at the time, video material circulation was severely restricted by the communist government). After Mihaela went to sleep, Ştefănescu entered her bedroom and smothered her with a pillow. He then stole jewelry, electronics, and some other items that were difficult to obtain in Romania at the time, such as meat, imported cigarettes, and gasoline. He used some of the gasoline to set fire to the apartment.
The murderer was discovered by the investigators the next day and subsequently put on trial. In 1991, he was sentenced to 21 years of imprisonment. In 2006 he was released for good behaviour.
Mihaela Runceanu's tomb is located in the Dumbrava Cemetery in her home town, Buzău.

Rod, you look wonderful.
Thanks Glenda. You also look wonderful.
Rod, will you be staying at the palace for long?
No. I have business in Tokyo prefect tomorrow. I'll be taking a military helicopter transport directly there to save time.
Is Stacy with you?
Yes, Glenda. I knew that you would ask.
I have every right to ask. Stacy is my sister.
I've done bad things. I've led teen bikini models astray...promising them my everlasting love while impregnating their sisters. I'm an animal. How many lives must I ruin? How many Japanese beauty queens must I conquer? Glenda, I  must deny these natural & naturalistical inclinations. I must be more than a boy toy used by *** starlets to satisfy their carnal needs.
Of course, Rod, our passion was a passing fancy.
Please. I just watched Rudolph Valentino lose 2 women to his best friend in the 1925 movie Cobra. Valentino would be dead 9 months after this film's release. A friend's friendship meant more to Rudy than incautious fawning & womanly guile. Please Glenda, I tried. I tried and I failed.
Women can be men with feminine issues, Rod.
Glenda, deep down, your sister is just a a lot of fluid, organs & vessels. I have an eye for such things. I possess a knack for uniting incongruous things, whether it be nuts to toggles or spigots to petcocks. In The Eagle from 1925, Rudolph Valentino reads a note by candle light. A candle on the table in a moving train. Seems incongruous, somehow. What about the danger of fire? What if my bra comes undone at the amusement park? What if a thousand  things go terribly awry? Ha? Well, what about it?
Sometimes, dear one, you act as if the Washington Monument is an extension of your physical charm. Sometimes Rod...Oh, kiss me you fool!

Clara could hardly face Steve again because of what happened in Albania when they were dating. "It was your idea to fly to Albania for lunch last August!" Clara exclaimed in her defense while Steve picked his nose with a pencil. "That's another thing!" She yelled in a high voice that totally perplexed Steve in a confusing way.

I felt the touch of your ankle directing a jungle-rotted foot toward my grandmother's gall stones that she kept in a jar after they were strained of pus. I know it's your birthday (or the anniversary of your delivered emergence from brine to carbon) and I have big plans that preclude you which means that it's cheaper to bury you when everybody's paying heed (attn.) to something other than my steady grip on a shovel.

He stopped just short of her blonde streak. “Give it to me sloppy wet,” she cooed, prompting Elvis to slap her freckled *** harder than he should've. “Do it again Elvis! And again!” Elvis obeyed, even though he hungered for a peanut buttered banana sandwich a lot. As a diversionary tactic, Elvis remembered how the instructional book Gratifying a Woman Sexually by **** Pleasureman had gotten him through the tough times when he was full of uncertainty.

Please do never leave durin' your stay, as I'm touched in a mentally-
unretarded way while I **** chances with **** who like ******* gay
You've few foul-weather friends 'cause you are maladjusted secretly
and you have 2 teeth to chew pork rinds and you bathe infrequently
to mar many modulated modes moved chemically & chemiatrically
over the ids of Talmudists who wash in synagogues like gay nudists
who outdo pig Goyim on Saturn's day to be the lecherously lewdest

A girl wheeling around in a wheel chair is special because she can't
walk, just as a mute model's quietly **** because the **** can't talk

Alfred Benedict DelBello (November 3, 1934 – May 15, 2015) was an American politician from New York. A registered Democrat, he was Lieutenant Governor of New York from 1983 to 1985.

Robert M. "Bob" Hopkins (November 3, 1934 – May 15, 2015) was an American basketball player and coach. He played college basketball at Grambling State University, where he scored 3,759 points (averaging 29.8 points per game for his career), and then played in the National Basketball Association (NBA) for four seasons with the Syracuse Nationals. He later coached the Seattle SuperSonics of the NBA during part of the 1977–78 season, posting a 5–17 record before being fired midseason. He was replaced by Lenny Wilkens, who led the Sonics to the NBA Finals that season and the following, winning the NBA championship in 1979. He died of heart and kidney failure on May 15, 2015.

Don't chicks do pig tails anymore? Honestly! Think about it. I'll prepare the bath, Whitney. Try being gay for a week. Everything backs up on you. It's like a ruptured urinary bladder resulting from prostatitis sintomas. I am like the rest. I'm as common as dirt. I love 'em and I leave 'em. I maintain all the qualities of a dog EXCEPT faithfulness. Ask my Hospice nurse. It's just like Easter all over again. If only I had the time for such suchness. Most of my days are spent in international conference rooms. For relaxation I supervise digs in my 45 diamond mines. Don't let my homosexy appearance fool you as I could tear your head off in one fell-swoop. It's a terrible responsibility that detracts from my homosexy lifestyle. My gang will demoralize com-pliant America with "the snake dance." Canada is ***-purpling icy frigid. Canada is colder than a well-digger's ***; colder than witch **** in a steel bra. Because Becky Lou, as he/she is known in Eastern Kentucky, is a double amputee with 12 toes. Sister Hillary is my pre-op brother. It's extraordinarily complex, more so than a quadruple mastectomy on Siamese twin midgets who share an enlarged gall bladder. Dad tried to smother him/her with a swimming-pool liner. With 6 teeth you're on your way. Call me Kitten because I sit in sand. It's probably a yeast infection. Have your veterinarian look you over. I've never felt more alive, more vibrant and more worthy of eternal, worshipful praise. Is it something queer, or Kosher, or dainty? I'm 6' 1" which isn't very, very tall. Really tall people suffer vascular (circulation) problems more often than the midgetized population. The way to honor ****** is not by goose-stepping. The way to honor Herr ****** is to remember the good things he championed like ridding the Father Land of undesirables, cheating death & killing stinking commies.

"Who's your girlfriend?"

"The one who looks like Spiro Agnew."

"She's hot!"

“Give me the ****** gratification that **** Pleasureman wrote of in his instructional book Gratifying a Woman Sexually.” ~ “But how might I gratify you sexually, the **** Pleasureman way, when I haven't read his instructional book Gratifying a Woman Sexually?” ~ “You're right. It's not your fault. Obtaining the instructional book Gratifying a Woman Sexually by **** Pleasureman, isn't easy these days. ~ “What if I come back next week, after reading the instructional book Gratifying a Woman Sexually by **** Pleasureman, and gratify you sexually the **** Pleasureman way? How about that?” ~ “That would be wonderful. I will experience gratifying ****** pleasure, the **** Pleasureman way, if you'd do that!” ~ “Do what?” ~ “Gratify me sexually by applying the principles outlined in  the instructional book Gratifying a Woman Sexually by **** Pleasureman.” ~ “Oh that. I thought that you were talking about something else.”

Ships mooring in Atlantic ports know the hazards of slippage: ground swells in speculation & upswings in market worth. People who divulge there whereabouts are subjected to shake-down. A grill friend is one who turns your burgers. A girlfriend is hesitant without inducement. There are no consolation prizes, no consultations worthy. My ******* are stretched pan-wise, vastly & thinly, they neither wiggle nor woggle. Theirs is a lunch worth the munching, a cause to treat a girlfriend's wavering intent. {Likened to the movie fantasy to make the short, leading man look good with the obligatory little-man-kicks-the-****-out-of-a-big-man scene, & little-man-satisfies-beautiful woman ending.

Sebastian Cabot in a hostel oh God, with Abbott & Costello so odd
52 weeks before mad Abbott & Costello had inhabited hostile Ohio
This unclasped brassiere dignifies my teen years feeding lean steers
on shipped tortilla or corn chips, soaked soggy aboard sunken ships
where liver-dead dipsomaniacs on flat sea planes plot drunken trips
to Oriental ports of trade for the Sinocentrical chore of bunkin' nips

There's a mania for ****-crimping amongst ****-crimping maniacs
in city-states where *****-of-the-walk flock, mock, stomp & shock

I've super-charged my system immunologically with high-cal flaxen
just like that crazy dirt-bag did who called himself Michael Jackson

I'm new to sub-India with her diurnal grind of Elephantine Island worshiping recesses what give an ever-widening berth & sway to tolling pausations & pulsations of les symptômes dus aux intolérances alimentaires that mirror Gujarat's inability to puke up a normal, cow-butchering, skirt-chasin' Mahatmaji. My pink glass'll protect you not from uncountered-***** insurgency, neither fish-rich nor whale-poor...

Mel K  Oct 18
Do I know you?

Susanna Berlinski
Luckily, no.

Mel K  
Why do you say luckily?

Susanna Berlinski
I consider you lucky for not knowing me.

Mel K
Care to explain?
I mean , you obviously know of me since you know my general location is on joburg .

Susanna Berlinski
White folks don't stand a chance in South Africa against the A.N.C.

Mel K  
Oooooohkay so your a racist?

Freedom to sun tan on the Rio Grande & its tributaries. The right to worldly tacos. To eat grilled foods @ a leisurely pace. To celebrate with guns when in fashion.
  We were @ the foot of Hand Ave. (in Ormond Beach, Fla.) supervising shoulder work on the 3rd leg of our journey and demanding purity of pure daughters who remain unsullied by the hands of dishwashers.

O svelte Pinay Muslima, minister care with the type of nursing that
Omar Sharif, as Zhivago, slipped to Julie Christie when rehearsing
a manualized-attempt modality of Heather McCartney's lip-pursing
that upgraded ****-degrading shipboard oaths & truck-stop cursing
to deflate a John's will regarding 1 *****'s aversion for reimbursing

I will **** trees, miss fleas, hiss bees & kiss cheeses like nervously-
nervous nut jobs with neurotical, nerve-racking, miss-ease diseases
Half way up from the bottom down, left of center, tilted backwards,
is the contorted stance that cripples contortionists lunging forwards
Charles Puffy's jumbled diphtherial litter & rot got him caught cold
& brought to higher authorities who knew old Puffy needn't be shot

WIKI: Danielle Darrieux died on 17 October 2017 aged 100 years, 169 days.

Danielle Yvonne Marie Antoinette Darrieux 1 May 1917 – 17 October 2017) was a French actress and singer.

Beginning in 1931, she appeared in 110 films. She was one of France's great movie stars and her eight-decade career was among the longest in film history. She turned 100 in May 2017.

Every time I play a song by Glen Campbell my dog takes a ****.
I wonder now, that Glen Campbell's dead, will my dog suffer constipation?

***** probed my holes like 48 drunk coal miners on L.S.D. acid as
I wigged my thin **** away with a concerted, ****-wiggling passion
that penetratingly confounded the mixed butch mufflers who swore
like sailors that wiggling had fallen from Disney's ****-day fashion

Our 2 ***** are exactly the same size except yours is a meter wider,
which means that it's hard to sit ***-to-*** on granny's porch glider
I changed my internationally-intriguing life for dog-faced espionage
before I metabolically met you in a bug house high on airplane glue
while there is a Nigerian-vaccine-polio surge, which is nothing new
to Germans who are mean, 'cause they killed everyone 75 years ago
as Austria's economy sped up fueled from by hobs of hell far below
the chalky mass that deals from the bottom of the red-hot-hell show
that offers up a 2-for-1 punch to the thyroid to ****-tramps on the go
who lay about lying about the dodgy stamina of their fire-hose flow
flowing accommodatingly over Earth's sea curve that boat-men row
through the *****-preserved adipose **** tissue of Edgar Allan Poe
You may wring my neck till I die & I won't cry Princess Crystalline
You may wring my neck until I die & I will not cry Queen Caroline
Please wring my neck while I eat pie, for I shan't die nurse Caroline
You can wring my neck while I eat pie for I'll not die nurse Adeline
You might twist this neck after breaking my spine queen concubine

Gretchen is a dual-headed calico cat with a terrifying cough that my
gay neighbor reduced by 50% simply by lopping her extra head off!
Sparkles is a twin-headed calico cat with a stubborn right-side head
cough that I cut in half simply by hacking her superfluous head off!

before losin' a lost leg lost in a fall over Niagara Falls on a fall hike
with tricky **** Nixon's 3rd grandson who looks like President Ike
Hi Gloria, I'm in the family way, time to get a job handling cat crap
'cause I'd never hang on demon-crone Steinem the ****-******* rap
while she's ******* to infanticidal chaos magick like a moaning ***
whose by-passed brain surgery became a slight brain surgerical trap
for the manipulation of her inflamed vaginal orifice wet fold to flap
to make us weak, sike-a-dikes too, like **** governor Milton Shapp
& team-mate John O. Lennon who picnicked on Everest's snow cap
God on high, may Gloria crap out on vacuumed tubes smeared pap,
liberated & forced down her gullet off Yoko Ono's anesthetized lap
from which drips Mexican wasp honey pancake syrup as maple sap
onto piles of beer-boozing-heart-land Kenuans snoozing in saké nap
whilst lips slip from my face into a sea lagoon from no Florida map
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
543 spooky incarnations ain't wrecked wacky schizoid Sybil whose
**** is prized by Central Park hobos ******* in kitty-littered dribble
or whose ****'s holy with crack hoes shooting dope without quibble
Elton's homosexual act inspires all as it was queer love at first sight
that touched Elton & 1 queer sailor in a ***** men's room toilet stall
2 heads above where light peeks through a ***** in the stained wall
I won't float with 2 feet in concrete atop the tough Atlantic sea with
spiny Linda McCartney, spin the hick **** knee, kin fun pick rot fee
& various junk that excites cops who propose that ***** be ***-free
as Bill & Hillary're 1 & 2 & Chelsea's pop Webb Hubbell's on cot 3
Webster's twisted heart, like his twisted colon, equals a piously-just
demise, as the windows to Chelsea Hubbell's soul're Webster's eyes
I am stupid from photogenic angina up from my picturesque ******
I am so rabid from photogenical angina in historical South Carolina
Look out Tupac! I know he is dead. I just like saying it a  lot. Look
out Tupac! Homiez from yo 'hood are gettin' their ***** ***** shot!

I dreampt that together, in scope (& in character), we could complicate the complexities of complexes; we could complicatedly explore the complexes within complexities; within complications yet without complexions...Oh, I'm eating yogurt. Nothing fazes me, the stays & hanging delays. So, I'm eating yogurt. Nothing by phase fazes me, the stops, quick jerks & delays. For holy ****'s sacred sake I need to yell at decaffeinated coffee personnel during today's abbreviatedly-prolonged coffee break.

We had you because we thought that you wanted to be born.

Well, next time ask me.

Our Lord of rood healed not the blood-engorged hemorrhoid ridges
of the sea-hunting reprobate operating unilaterally as Lloyd Bridges
who slurped rancid-cheese-rendered-runny dribble to avoid wedges
that'd stampede the intestines like a Conestoga of Bill Boyd sledges

It was uncannily fishy that I got canned, from my tuna-fish-canning*
*job, at the tuna-fish cannery, for tuna-fishing on World Tuna Day.

I note the increasingly ****** nature of the crap that's crapped out everywhere we crap. This ****** world's turned into a gigantic crap- hole.

What do Gay-*** Junkies on ****** do after they've done it? They crap in buckets and throw the contents of the buckets out a window when nobody's watching.

Gay-*** Junkies on ******, hot passion...The nights are ruled by ****** as all all-knowing gay-*** junkies know. When ****** isn't available mayonnaise is injected. It's good on bagels when there's no toast. I want to be gay like everybody else in the world. I want to dance, laugh & sing like people do when they're gay. I want to be free & gay. I want my sisters & my brothers to be gay with me. I want to be a gay-*** ****** *****, living on ****** & *******.

Quacks misapply mathematical strictures to conundrums esoterical,
as syndicated elixirs mask deficitical maladies that're problematical

So many times I have hungered for your penetrative love. Your shirt was torn when you crashed that new helicopter. I couldn't believe that you weren't killed. The Grand Canyon is deep. I pray that your helicopter is operational. My sister is having another baby again. Can you believe it? Skipper wouldn't strip on the ship, even after I struck, with an oar, her lip. It's John Hinckley's foster love that makes me fester. I respond in attack-mode to mod attacks. I tire of me after long spurts. The pope's people-friendly, while I'm 'possum-nutty. It's true. I'm faultfully honest. Rose, like risen, is the past tense of rise. André Previn ain't bound for heaven, as I don't stick my hairy **** out when I'm going down the truck route.

'Isn't this a nice place to pick, Nick?' Asked his girlfriend.
      'Yes, that way it'll be infected in no time!'
      'Should I have washed my hands?'
      'No, I prefer my woman's hands unwashed.'
      'Will you be taking that trip to Cleveland?'
      'Yes, I'm afraid I have no choice.'
      'Oh Nick, must it be this way?'”
  “Yes, Nick, I mean Kevver, that one's always occupied a special place in my heart adjacent to the interventricular septum.”
   “For me, it's the right atrioventricular (tricuspid) valve.”
   “You lying sack of ****!”
   “Be careful Norbert!” Kevin cautioned. “You wouldn't
want to bust your posterior interventricular septal artery.”
   “You're right. I wouldn't want that...”

What do you think of the Stones today?

John Lennon: "I think it's a lot of hype. I like '***** Tonk Women,' but I think ****'s a joke with all that *** dancing; I always did. I enjoy it; I'll probably go and see his films and all like everybody else, but really, I think it's a joke."

Last April I faced radical surgery that entailed the amputation of an arm at the shoulder & the removal of 4 ribs. The odds of survival were slim but still I wanted to be, for my mail man, the best unlicensed surgeon ever.

Are you an active lesbian?
Yes, I belong to 28 lesbian organizations.
So do I.
Then you're a lesbian like me?
No, I'm not a lesbian.
You're not a lesbian?
I'm not.
Then why are you a member of 28 lesbian organizations?
I don't know.

For those afflicted, & live to tell, the treatment cost per bed sore ranges fr. 50 to 150 thousand dollars. Hospital beds exist that shake, rattle & roll to aid in circulation of blood & lymph; to prevent bed-ridden patients from developing sores but alas the beds are too expensive.

Sebastian Cabot in a hostel oh God, with Abbott & Costello so odd
52 weeks before mad Abbott & Costello had inhabited hostile Ohio
This unclasped brassiere dignifies my teen years feeding lean steers
on shipped tortilla or corn chips, soaked soggy aboard sunken ships
where liver-dead dipsomaniacs on flat sea planes plot drunken trips