I'll choose a chewy Cuban ****** chaos for chewin' chewy carrots
with Castro's 1959 call for a cruel & cruddy Marxian vegetarianism
that'd be Cuba's revolutionary means to spoil Haitian egalitarianism.

obliterated by music album collection when I was out of town for weeks on end. I swam home through the flood to find my mansion wrecked. I tried to **** a few people but they had muscular legs and could dodge bullets a trillion times better than Michael Landon never could on 𝘉𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘯𝘻𝘢.

☹ No Christian shall deny an unborn baby's supreme court right to die
☹ 'cause the German zeppelin LZ 129 Hindenburg was too light to fly

I shall inject myself into ***** electro-magnetical fields that I do not
belong in so that I may drop dead after a statically-charged moment

We must bury the deadest & revive the nearly-dead {before they become the really-dead}; we must celebrate our diverse natures & **** those who refuse to follow the prescribed dicta by which diversity is ruthlessly enforced. So strengthened are the ties that strangulate as to cut efficiently into neck tissue. A simple sampling through biometrics will solicit the need to eviscerate. The prolapsing of mitral valves maketh for sudden demise. A recipe for disaster, linguistically, involves dictionaries {unabridged} stacked 60-high, or Spanish-language primers chin-high...
   I would be consoled in the knowledge that my violent death was the result of fulfilling a passion. Clever arguments cause Oprah to wince, but never to convulse, nor turn spastic, nor to swallow her tongue. Violence begets our crooked elections. A storm settles the hash in re to those who would sling hash outdoors. Safety, theoretically, increases longevity.

Your beautiful smile really got me
before you pulled a gun and shot me

The Miserable Hell that is My Violent Life,* When will balding Kirk Douglas coldly lurk rugless? Each morning I awake to being poorly tail beaten like the cast of T.N.G. beat sorely Wil Wheaton. You say my arm'll heal quicker than a rib'll as I sit in mud to eat Alpo kibble.

I told the doctor that his ***-complaints weren't C.N.N.-fake, & that
his **** muscles ache from inserting enemas with a rusted leaf rake

ɪ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴄᴏɴꜰᴜꜱᴇᴅ ᴡʜᴇɴ ɪ ᴡᴏᴋᴇ ᴜᴘ ɪɴ ᴀ ᴄᴏᴍᴀ
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𝐏𝐄𝐆𝐆𝐘 𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐂𝐑𝐎𝐅𝐓 {𝐧𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐚𝐧} 𝐧𝐮𝐳𝐳𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐛𝐮𝐫 𝐂𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐥. 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐛𝐮𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐭'𝐬 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐬 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐮𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐞. 𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐛𝐮𝐫 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐨𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐜𝐨𝐝𝐝𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐰𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐬. 𝐏𝐞𝐠 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐟𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 {𝐨𝐫 𝙛𝙖𝙧𝙢𝙚𝙧𝙨 𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝  𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐞} 𝐚𝐧𝐝, 𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐚𝐧𝐲, 𝐢𝐭 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫.

I crack my elbows across banisters while you force red candles into
Lee Liberace's corpse. I believe you're a fractured shard of leg bone
torpedoed like shrapnel, strafed across Normandy Beach, of course.

America's first gay, trans-****** robot will be strangely demanding,
sloppily ******* in Target's women's room whilst defiantly standing
over women with guns drawn, by lay-away on the 4th-floor landing  
with a perverted presence more grotesquely disgustin' than the snot-
streaked persona projected by the crapped-out **** Garry Shandling
who loved to sterilize little pigs with testicular rubber-gum banding
when he wasn't warping black bowling ***** by grinding & sanding

I fell in love with you like dog **** falls from a roof in a wet clump,
when your *** beauty queen beauty made me sprout a sinister lump
that could widen the plate-girder-bridge **** of dead Helen Crump

︻╦╤─ --- ---  On February 14, 2018, Marjory Stoneman Douglas High School in Parkland, Florida was running a drill (simulation) of an attack while the attack was happening...AND, 4 cops waited outside for 10 minutes while 3 shooters were murdering students. The airports & the court houses are guarded and secured with guns but schools aren't. The lives of students aren't worth defending according to every politician, except Trump. President Trump proposes that schools, like airports, are worthy of effective security.

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My defense/preservation has nothing to do with strangers murdering strangers. Am I supposed to relinquish the means (weapons) by which to defend myself because a stranger murdered strangers? Children have been shot. So what? I value my life more. Defending one's life is not an abstraction. My weapons belong to me. I bought them. I didn't steal them. They are mine. I will keep them. I will use them to defend myself.

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NOT following the language rules of capitalization is contradictory to good language/communicative skills. In English, the first person singular is I, not i.
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𝗗𝗮𝗱𝗱𝘆, 𝗺𝗮𝘆 𝘄𝗲 𝗴𝗼 𝘁𝗼 𝗛𝗼𝗺𝗼𝘀𝗲𝘅𝘂𝗮𝗹 𝗧𝗼𝘄𝗻 𝘁𝗼 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗿𝗲𝗰𝘁𝘂𝗺𝘀 𝘄𝗮𝘅-
𝗲𝗱 & 𝗯𝗿𝘂𝘁𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘆 𝗯𝗹𝗼𝗼𝗱𝗶𝗲𝗱 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝗰𝗿𝗼𝘁𝗰𝗵 𝗰𝗿𝗶𝗰𝗸𝗲𝘁 𝗛𝗮𝗿𝘃𝗲𝘆 𝗞𝗲𝗶𝘁𝗲𝗹 𝗿𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝗻𝗼𝘄?
𝗪𝗲 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱 𝗱𝗼 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 & 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁'𝗱 𝗯𝗲 𝗼𝗸𝗮𝘆 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝗜'𝗱 𝗿𝗮𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗴𝗲𝘁 𝗿𝗲𝗰𝘁𝘂𝗺-𝗮𝗰𝗶𝗱
𝘁𝗿𝗲𝗮𝘁𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁𝘀 𝗶𝗻𝘃𝗼𝗹𝘃𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘄𝗮𝘅 𝗯𝗲𝗰𝗮𝘂𝘀𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗲𝘅𝗼𝗿𝗯𝗶𝘁𝗮𝗻𝘁 𝗿𝗲𝗰𝘁𝘂𝗺-𝘄𝗮𝘅 𝘁𝗮𝘅
𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁, 𝗶𝗻 𝗞𝗮𝗿𝗹 𝗠𝗮𝗿𝘅'𝘀 𝘁𝗿𝗮𝘀𝗵𝗲𝗱 𝗔𝗹𝗮𝘀𝗸𝗮, 𝗶𝘀 𝘀𝗼𝗼𝗻 𝘁𝗼 𝗺𝗮𝘁𝗰𝗵 𝗜𝗻𝗱𝗶𝗮𝗻𝗮'𝘀 𝗺𝗮𝘅,
𝘁𝗼 𝘀𝗻𝗶𝗽 𝘀𝗹𝗮𝗻𝗴 𝘄𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗴𝗲𝗿𝘀 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗺 𝗦𝗵𝗶𝘃𝗮'𝘀 𝗛𝗲𝗮𝗱 𝗕𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗯𝗮𝗴 𝗼𝗳 𝗻𝘂𝘁-𝗯𝗮𝗻𝗴𝗲𝗿𝘀.
𝗧𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗮𝗿𝗲: 𝗳𝗹𝗮𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝘂𝗻𝗱𝗶𝗲𝘀 𝗮𝘁 𝗵𝘂𝗻𝗸𝗶𝗲𝘀; 𝗶𝗻𝘃𝗶𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗻𝘂𝗿𝘀𝗲𝘀 𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗿
𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗹𝗲𝗽𝗿𝗼𝘀𝘆; 𝘀𝘄𝗲𝗮𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗼𝗻 𝗮 𝗯𝗶𝗯𝗹𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗩𝗶𝗹𝗹𝗮𝗴𝗲 𝗣𝗲𝗼𝗽𝗹𝗲 𝗮𝗿𝗲𝗻'𝘁 𝗴𝗮𝘆;
𝘂𝗻𝗯𝗲𝗻𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗰𝗿𝗶𝗽𝗽𝗹𝗲𝗱 𝗴𝗿𝗮𝗻𝗻𝘆 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗮 𝗰𝗿𝗼𝘄 𝗯𝗮𝗿; 𝘀𝗰𝗮𝗿𝗳𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗲𝗲𝗹 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗺 𝗮 𝗷𝗮𝗿;
𝗰𝗵𝗶𝗽𝗽𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗮𝘄𝗮𝘆 𝗮𝘁 𝗺𝗮𝗿𝗯𝗹𝗲 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗮 𝗽𝗹𝗮𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗰 𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗸; 𝗰𝗮𝗹𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗼 𝗰𝗹𝗼𝘀𝗲 𝘀𝗰𝗿𝘂-
𝘁𝗶𝗻𝘆 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗺𝘂𝘀𝗶𝗰𝗮𝗹𝗶𝘁𝘆 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗰𝗿𝗮𝗽𝗽𝗲𝗱-𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝗠𝗮𝗿𝘅𝗶𝗮𝗻 𝗠𝗼𝗻𝗸𝗲𝗲 𝗣𝗲𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗧𝗼𝗿𝗸.

In America's old New England men loved to see a witch grilled via
*****-shield with other replicating co factors which are snitch-filled

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WEB: JOHN LENNON’S ASSASSIN HAD A HIT LIST & DAVID BOWIE WAS NEXT...According to Bowie, New York City police discovered that his name was next on a hit list of targets of John Lennon’s assassin, Mark David Chapman. David Bowie-DLL-131210 At the time of Lennon’s December 8, 1980 ****** outside of his Manhattan apartment, just blocks away David Bowie was starring on Broadway in the play The Elephant Man. “I was second on his list, the detectives said”, Bowie told me in the New York studio we shared near Madison Square Garden.”Chapman had a front-row ticket to ‘ The Elephant Man‘ the next night. John and Yoko were supposed to sit front-row for that show, too. So the night after John was killed there were three empty seats in the front row. I can’t tell you how difficult that was to go on. I almost didn’t make it through the performance.” The irony is that David Bowie’s first #1 hit “Fame”, from the Young Americans album, was co-written with Lennon who also played guitar on the track. And it was indeed their fame as rock stars which drew Mark David Chapman to stalk them, and subsequently to ****** Lennon. –Redbeard

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Not everyone can be a hippy ***
while there's manual labor to be done.

"White Mice" by the Mo-Dettes
Track 17 on "The Story So Far" {1981)

Smile so sweetly, so completely, dazzle everyone
A smile like yours should be on show, oh gosh it's such good fun
And there's a lot of other things about you that I like
The only thing that's lacking is a thousand c.c. bike

Don't be stupid, don't be limp
No girl likes to love a wimp
Dance and make fun, nicely done
Come and be my number one

Your **** is tight and moves alright, your eyes are big and blue
𝗔𝗻𝗱 𝗶𝗳 𝗜 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗮 𝗵𝗼𝗺𝗲𝗹𝘆 𝗴𝗶𝗿𝗹 𝗜'𝗱 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝗺𝗮𝗿𝗿𝘆 𝘆𝗼𝘂
But I'm naughty, sweet and haughty, forward with it too
So come and visit then kiss it, like only lovers do!

Don't be stupid, don't be limp
No girl likes to love a wimp
Dance and make fun, nicely done
Come and be my number one

I'm not dumb, I'm on the run for someone sweet and tasty
Young men always turn my head and can't help acting hasty
Now it's said, it's straight to bed, no need to make it harder
I believe in plenty of nice things to stock my larder

Don't be stupid, don't be limp
No girl likes to love a wimp
Dance and make fun, nicely done
Come and be my number one
Don't be stupid, don't be limp
No girl likes to love a wimp
Dance and make fun, nicely done
Come and be my number one

Citified ******* track gentrified binarization after they crap, pop off
the clap, pick a ***, track corn sap, **** a lap-trap, crack a *****-slap

I got old stuff slippery, slimy & warm that comes in quarts like bull
elephants & it's grey & Marxian girly gay & phony folks drink it on
trapezes, as it's highly regarded by pigs to stop snot-ejectin' sneezes

Well, of course, I'm no Dalton Trumbo, but I'll give it the old college try. Great. You'll need to limit blood-flow to the back where the nerves are clustered. Okay. What about the anterior fallopioids? Well since 𝘧𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘱𝘪𝘰𝘪𝘥𝘴 isn't a word, I suggest that you concern yourself with the uterine tubes or oviducts. Alright already! Climb down off my ***!

Well, of course, I'm no Dalton Trumbo, but I'll give it the old college try. Great. You'll need to limit blood-flow to the back where the nerves are clustered. Okay. What about the anterior fallopioids? Well since 𝘧𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘱𝘪𝘰𝘪𝘥𝘴 isn't a word, I suggest that you concern yourself with the uterine tubes or oviducts. Alright already! Climb down off my ***!

How can I conquer women with my troubled personality and menacing disposition? Women are just like you and me: brain-damaged. Let's look at this conundrum like the tragedy it's become. Shall we? You're sitting in jail, minding your business, when Tyrone and Jamaal approach...𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵...It's a cold day, colder than ever before, and your bra is frozen to your ******* like a wet ham sandwich gripped by a crippled monkey. Look up! It's Jesus, or a spider, descending towards you like a crippled monkey with a wet ham sandwich. What now? What will you do? Who's going to rescue you? King Charles? He can't. He's married to a beautiful woman with the cutest smile who cares more about normal people than a crippled monkey with a wet ham sandwich ever could in fifty million years.

THINGS TO AVOID DURING LIVER SURGERY - A CHILD ASKS: Daddy, why do fat women bounce when they hit the pavement after jumping off the top floor of the Empire State Building for fun? A FATHER RESPONDS: Fat women are like you and me except they weigh more than normal people do because of thick deposits of adipose tissue. A CHILD ASKS ANOTHER QUESTION: Why do snakes not breast feed their babies? A FATHER EXPLAINS: Snakes are a lot like fat women: they eat children and sleep under rocks before jumping off the top floor of the Empire State Building for fun.

(of the defunct T.V. series 𝘔𝘺 𝘛𝘩𝘳𝘦𝘦 𝘚𝘰𝘯𝘴)

“Chip!” Ernie bellowed.; “What do you want you stupid, *******?” Chip answered; “Who are you calling a stupid, *******? You're the real stupid, *******, not me!” Ernie exclaimed.; “Oh yeah?” Chip questioned.; “I'm not half the stupid, ******* that you are!” Ernie informed.; “Yes, you are!” Chip retorted.; “No, I'm not!” Ernie indignantly replied.; “I say you are!” Chip boldly proclaimed.; “No way am I a stupid, *******!” Ern, as he was hardly ever called, reasoned.; “Listen,” Chip began in earnest, “it's no secret around here, and you can ask Uncle Charley, that you are the dumbest and the stupidest ******* ever!”; Ernie stood up and faced Chip. “Well,” he began frankly, “Uncle Charley is senile so he's not able to judge who's the stupidest ******* here!”
   Just then  Rob, played by Don Grady, came in. “Hey Chip. Hey Ernie.”; “Hey Robbie,” Chip muttered. “Who's the stupidest *******: me or stupid, ******* Ernie?”; Rob put down the shoe box that he was carrying. “I guess Ernie is.”; “Thanks, Robbie,” Chip thanked Rob, thoroughly relieved because the issue of who is the stupidest of dumb *****, he or Ernie, was settled once and for all even though one must use stupider as the comparative (comparing 2) & stupidest as a superlative (comparing 3 or more); even though stupider & stupidest ain't even proper words.