Number one {the traditional}: Face-to-face conversation.

Number two: ***-to-face conversation.

To be small where it counts & big where it matters, that's the ticket because millions of Mexicans are on their way here now! Welcome to the United States, Mexicans! In the U.S. we speak the English language! Our beaches are loaded with oiled white people in ****** striving to become dark people.  -- The Man with Two Eyes p. 12

Listen silent cinema ice man, my 2 glass eyes are cold microscopes
with manual hands that brush across the shady contours of your gay
black broads's ****-front parts with the indirected aim of lawn jarts
that I queerly lob at my axle-grease-needin' Walmart shopping carts
My horrifying memories of you crash like 39 trillion shopping carts
into Lake Erie on a Thursday night during Black Lives Matter night
I drink & drive responsibly so that those I crash into will stay alive,
and I don't do naked modeling much anymore, not since I turned 95
Your French doors are bunged by bunkies and the oily space below
your drip tray makes me abandon regulated marriage very suddenly
too with no tickee, no fucky, no plucky ***-jab, no lucky rose tattoo
She's hot enough to melt dry tampons & I knew that she liked ****-muffin' dark muffin, so I reamed her out with thrill-hammer stuffin'
I gobbled your cookies while you added inches to my wiener which
protruded beyond my pregnant bump to make me look much leaner
like a Mexican scarfin' kidney beans to make his *******-id keener
or to show his legitimacy as a greasy-haired ****** passing as a big
****** thrill-boy looking for a white woman to be his house cleaner

“You have 2 hobbies: lesbianism & photography.
My late neighbor had a short-wave radio.”
   “Was he content?”
   “Radio-wise, yes. Lesbian-wise, yes—I mean NO!”
   “It won't be the same without you, you lesbian you!”
   “I know. You'll miss the lesbianasm, I meant ism.”
   “I shall miss the asm equally.”

It's a retreat of raw meat when I'm quick on my feet like Pecos Pete
whose staph stang shells struck in sails shorn by sheep as they bleat
that ***-change surgery ups ***-craziness in the gender-incomplete
from the wilds of London to the green, Greekish island called Crete
where icy slime & hot wax oozes from skanks like hard-won deceit

(1) People will believe that you're rich. (2) Women will be attracted to you like they were attracted to that guy, in that movie, who ****-****** his shady girlfriend 50 times.

My debt bubble has been de-leveraged & I'll fight with guns plastic
'cause in my life defensive maneuvers have been necessarily drastic
when my crooked, fist-fightin' limbs distend Michael J. Fox spastic
Hurry pops the time for peace has degraded into a campaign drastic
as it's off to Wales where Woody, Keef & Charlie have gassed ****
like Churchill planned for Bonn as he thunk toxic gas was fantastic
& normal like switching toothpaste with a gummy resin tree mastic
that's tacky enough to entrap a brown flea but not a ******, fast tick
on Hillary Clinton's saddle-sore ***'s ****-itchy crack iconoclastic
that forces epidemical ****-casting directresses to brutally cast sick
& crippled X-muffers in dramas that are heterophobic & bombastic
& contra-contrary to the T.N.T. needed to nucleate *** & blast hick
to decree '64 as bein' the year of producer Loke Wan Tho's last flick

☕ ☕ ☕ ☕ ☕

I enjoyed 31 bowel movements in January, not countin' diarrhea, &
I spoke with a billion greasers, 8 thousand of them from Costa Rica

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

In the green pasture I couldn't stop doing healthful deep-knee bends
with cyanical-blue deep sea friends or uric-yellow sheep *** friends
who'll attend 6 ewe-cross-human *** fairs pushing 32 ******* trends
“There's something hateful about you,” the proctologist said. “But I
just can't lay a finger on it with the pig blood you've bloodily bled.”
“There are 15 traits swinish about you,” the **** doctor said. “But I
can't put a finger on 1 with the piggish blood you've bloodily bled.”
F-off worthless U.N. eaters! My fat hogs-to-market are muddily fed
before blowin' their brains out rendering 'em big time groggily dead
& chilled to be, after purgatory, down the primrose path foggily led
as saturated dirges, under bridges where bums ****, are soggily read
to mug inquisitive ***** lion-tamers of Afrocentrical inventiveness
without deying the endless toil of food-stamp-getting relentlessness
Weird is wired to borrowed dots once dotters abandon plotted plots
for the ******-bad equity of besotted day bed county jail-issued cots

I lurch like 34 ****** toward chastity below a queer Boston church
as I'm so unarmed to the max in paralyzing fear of a lost-gun search

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

Listen silent cinema ice man, my 2 glass eyes are cold microscopes
with manual hands that brush across the shady contours of your gay
black broads's ****-front parts with the indirected aim of lawn jarts
that I queerly lob at my axle-grease-needin' Walmart shopping carts
My horrifying memories of you crash like 39 trillion shopping carts
into Lake Erie on a Thursday night during Black Lives Matter night
I drink & drive responsibly so that those I crash into will stay alive,
and I don't do naked modeling much anymore, not since I turned 95
Your French doors are bunged by bunkies and the oily space below
your drip tray makes me abandon regulated marriage very suddenly
too with no tickee, no fucky, no plucky ***-jab, no lucky rose tattoo
She's hot enough to melt dry tampons & I knew that she liked ****-muffin' dark muffin, so I reamed her out with thrill-hammer stuffin'
I gobbled your cookies while you added inches to my wiener which
protruded beyond my pregnant bump to make me look much leaner
like a Mexican scarfin' kidney beans to make his *******-id keener
or to show his legitimacy as a greasy-haired ****** passing as a big
****** thrill-boy looking for a white woman to be his house cleaner

It cannot be about me, when you wrote it about you, before I tossed
dainty cookies that were ***-baked by homosexy men as chicks lost

No ***** will get away with swipin' the underpants from our *****,
because we have 3-D T.V., anti-underpants-swiping, X-ray glasses!

( ̲̅:̲̅:̲̅:̲̅[̲̅ ̲̅]̲̅:̲̅:̲̅:̲̅ ) Religion is Man's attempt to explain the metaphysical world. "Atheism" is the elitists' religion designed to subjugate Man by denying his incomparable value. Elitism spawns Darwinism, infanticide, "terra"-forming, collectivism, State eugenics, fluoridated water, animal "rights,"  the E.R.A., the Z.P.G. movt., fiat money, land confiscation. Elitism = death to self-sovereignty, redress of grievances against the govt., free speech, gun & water rights. Atheism {sans quotes} is the religion of the animal world as animals don't contemplate the Heavens nor wage Earthen plane war.

Slice off my lumps with lumpectomy as surgery's a draining feeling
till the lumps grow back after the lumpy period of cut-lump healing

I'm a fearful, gay ***** on Tylenol, ******* **** in a vinyl thong. My sis is a crone-trucking ****, welding skits skirted by night. She's the bridge 'twixt sane shade & sun bright; John Wayne & the Klondike. A rough expression of sanded surfaces surfaces sometimes among surfers.

I dry my ****** by holding them out the window of my car while I speed through school zones ~ Dry ****** are more important than the lives of a few dozen brats.

I'm here today & then I'm dead tomorrow, and the day after that too
'cause I'm paying myself back for the attention that I heaped on you
& my pet **** & dead Farrah Fawcett & the Liggett Vector Group,
under a leaky spigot, over the qualms of a black-chick-loving bigot,
in these desperate times when I must Mickey Mouse & ****** rig it
I'll sexually harass your *** till my tongue turns a pretty color Betty
'cause I'm tongue-tied & wet & more alive than ***-wipe Tom Petty
You kicked at my ****** & missed & you laughed like a loon until
I shoved a hand grenade up your **** & you blew up like a raccoon
There's no old legal precedent for you to sue because you knew and
I knew that you knew, 3 hours on ice would turn your pink *** blue

I'll just quit, give up, resign or abdicate on chicks too dumb to learn
that milk cream dumped off cliffs ain't like cream in a butter churn.
Don't pour battery acid over my corn flakes please! I know that you
love me despite my house full of fleas & many bounced-check fees.
If I had a million-dollar yacht I just know that fellow million-dollar
yachtsmen would have more respect for me whilst I am temporarily
living for free, behind a Walmart dumpster near a dead walnut tree.
The crow was filthy, exhausted, covered in dirt & muddy grime but
that didn't stop him, after flying off, from ******* on me 1 last time
Hillary's a gay bull-****, every Afro-**** must know that Hillary's
after juicy, Afro-**** **** that is Afro-**** dark & Afro-**** low  
for a show that she produces for advocates of sound menstrual flow

Losing my only Siamese twin was bad because our gay mail man is
weird & dumb & plays a bad-*** harmonica through his spotty ***
I was drivin' hard the Hershey Highway's ol' dirt road when I found
that a rear-exit groove meant a ******, unexpected bowel movement

(1) Lock your doors when Bill Cosby's arrival is imminent.

(2) Have sharpened knives and loaded guns at-the-ready.

(3) Accept no drinks from Bill Cosby.

Alan Rickman's cadaver was flushed down a Texaco men's toilet at midnight 2 days after he crapped-out. Several hobos were there & 3
winos. “That is what he wanted,” his gay lover said tearfully before
throwing himself under a moving train in Africa to commit suicide.

I hate domestic violence and foreign violence too, a lot! I hate everyone and everybody that is to say all people everywhere all the time including Christmas. [Aimée Eccles protects us from enslavement as she stands betwixt mayhem & madness. Take not crap from the manufacturers of Midol as they owe us menstruated restraints. Praise  Aimée Eccles!] If there's a village called Hawaii in Kenya then Barry Soetoro's fantasy has merit.

𝗜 𝗮𝗺 𝗶𝗺𝗽𝗿𝗲𝘀𝘀𝗲𝗱 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗲𝗳𝗳𝗲𝗰𝘁𝗶𝘃𝗲𝗻𝗲𝘀𝘀 𝗼𝗳 𝗻𝗼𝗻-𝗻𝗮𝗿𝗰𝗼𝘁𝗶𝗰 𝘀𝗹𝗲𝗲𝗽𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗽𝗶𝗹𝗹𝘀
𝗮𝘀 𝗶𝗻 𝗮 𝗻𝗼𝗻-𝗻𝗮𝗿𝗰𝗼𝘁𝗶𝗰 𝘀𝘁𝘂𝗽𝗼𝗿 𝗜 𝗱𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗺 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗼𝗳 𝗯𝗮𝗻𝗸𝗿𝘂𝗽𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗽𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗯𝗶𝗹𝗹𝘀
𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗷𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝗳𝗶𝘀𝗵 𝗰𝗿𝘆𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗶𝗻 𝘄𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗻𝗼 𝗳𝗶𝘀𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝘀𝗲𝗲𝘀 𝗮 𝗳𝗶𝘀𝗵'𝘀 𝘄𝗲𝗲𝗽𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗴𝗶𝗹𝗹𝘀

I've not lived in the woods on chipmunks, obviously, as my belly is
too big to be Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania-chipmunk-flesh-eating big &
my hefty, half-ton ***** is pig-shaped like a 4-H prize-winning pig

From The Queer History of Portugal's Cowboy T.V. Shows, p. 452:
“The weirdest T.V. show was sponsored by the large Nash-Kelvinator
Corporation & it ran for 243 episodes with its star Ruck Gonner as the
Rifle Guy. No one watched it & it was canceled & Ruck became so
gay that he married Aaron Spelling & they had 9 ***** daughters.”

(1) Lack of gills. (2) Keeping sandwiches & toilet paper dry is impossible. (3) Water ruins electronic devices. (4) The average, moderately-priced ******* can only hold her breath underwater for 1 minute.

Lesley Stahl on U.S. sanctions against Iraq:

"We have heard that a half million children have died. I mean, that's more children than died in Hiroshima. And, you know, is the price worth it?"

Secretary of State Madeleine Albright: "I think this is a very hard choice, but the price--we think the price is worth it."

— "60 Minutes" (5/12/96)

Teleprompter-reader Lesley Stahl on U.S. sanctions against Iraq:

"We have heard that a half million children have died. I mean, that's more children than died in Hiroshima. And, you know, is the price worth it?"

Secretary of State Madeleine Albright: "I think this is a very hard choice, but the price--we think the price is worth it."

— 60 Minutes (5/12/96)

Lesley Stahl on U.S. sanctions against Iraq: "We have heard that a half million children have died. I mean, that's more children than died in Hiroshima. And, you know, is the price worth it?"; Secretary of State Madeleine Albright: "I think this is a very hard choice, but the price -- we think the price is worth it." — 60 Minutes (5/12/96)

Teleprompter-reader Lesley Stahl on U.S. sanctions against Iraq: "We have heard that a half million children have died. I mean, that's more children than died in Hiroshima. And, you know, is the price worth it?"; Secretary of State Madeleine Albright: "I think this is a very hard choice, but the price--we think the price is worth it." — 60 Minutes (5/12/96)

Wilt Chamberlain died after ******* 20,000 women while he was 7
feet tall, ******* with 1 ball in the spring & the other ball in the fall
in the years when Michael Jackson's call boys were on 24-hour call,
back when twin pack was Tupac-***-act slang in a men's room stall

   “This .50 caliber rifle will get your stuck cat down!”
   “Are you going to shoot my cat?”
   “No, but I will shoot the branch that he's stuck on which
will allow him to fall 40 feet safely to the pavement.”

I cuff you in white sunshine as a pig on a crack-coke raid; like a ***
****** **** on antacid burning char-black ***** 50 grades of shade

I chew pig feet with gold-capped teeth & I don't take no ***** sass
Alpha & omega, first & last, give me welfare or I'll stomp your ***!
I'm cursed wit' spasmogenic tantrums that come upon me fast when
you chaw swollen donkey nuts with iron dentures like a whitey lass

Fox News
False **** Accusations May Be More Common Than Thought
Published May 02, 2006
...This claim comes from a study conducted by Eugene J. Kanin of Purdue University. Kanin examined 109 **** complaints registered in a Midwestern city from 1978 to 1987.

Of these, 45 were ultimately classified by the police as "false." Also based on police records, Kanin determined that 50 percent of the rapes reported at two major universities were "false."

Although Kanin offers solid research, I would need to see more studies with different populations before accepting the figure of 50 percent as prevalent; to me, the figure seems high.

But even a skeptic like me must credit a DNA exclusion rate of 20 percent that remained constant over several years when conducted by FBI labs. This is especially true when 20 percent more were found to be questionable.

False accusations are not rare. They are common.

Wendy McElroy is the editor of ifeminists.com and a research fellow for The Independent Institute in Oakland, Calif. She is the author and editor of many books and articles, including the new book, "Liberty for Women: Freedom and Feminism in the 21st Century" (Ivan R. Dee/Independent Institute, 2002). She lives with her husband in Canada.

Mammalian *** ain't so bad since sadomasochism's become the fad
with 50 shades of white-bread ******* that made Bruce an x-dad

My partents, I mean parents, are in their golden sunset years and dad ain't the spry young buck that he was 50 years ago, even mom noticed. "Your father is elderly," mom whispered to me as I fed her puréed tapioca with a snow shovel.

I STARED INTO HER EYES and saw Mormon confusion. She's turned into one, maybe just for fun. Her legs are still shapely even though she's 73. But I don't care about that because I can always have them yanked off and replaced with Indonesian ones.

America's tattooed youth, who were not whipped and caged and denied food as children, are taught by tax-funded schools that they're of a lesser value to mother Earth than animals—parasitically-weakened animals that eat fleas, excreta and their offspring, meet and greet by body odor and drink fetid water.

For the ancient predecessors of flying squirrels to attempt gliding, during the transitional millenniums that necessitate the formation of rudimentary webbing or wings, would be suicidal. Countless generations of squirrels with death wishes would be required as triggers for the millions of evolutive changes, of the childishly vague Darwinian/Sumerian/Lamarckian model, to be realized.