Spurting muco-pus makes
self-love tough on the bus

Here, have a creamy bowl of super-hot oatmeal while I remove this rat from a trap. Thanks. Have you lived here long? 6 months. My father used to **** hitch-hikers when I was in the navy. Where's your mother? Dead. Eaten by cannibal Pygmies when I was 27.

Gynecology appeals to the rooting instinct and not just among pigs,
apartment-dwellers too crave the spotlight especially in cheap digs
A tree puts strength in its cambium membrane, seeds, bark & twigs
whilst outgrowing the imperilment of remaining grounded as sprigs
It was not long before the Rolling Stones were being paid for gigs,
in the day when greasy Guineas plugged sheenies & cultivated figs,
decades before sainted negroes thrived as reactionary brillos & nigs
when a schweinehund on par with Club of Rome's lard-*** Al Gore
was realistic enough to accept his natural vocation as a male *****
even though no Avon salve could rescue him from being still sore,
he collected for prostitutional services that there existed no bill for,
while at Sea World Shamu can't fit through a pinniped or seal door,
as whale flesh ain't no antidote for pill-heads on America's pill tour
Keep whacking the side of your head to hammer out doubt till sure
you become of religious piety while acting out a radio-active story
that destroys tumors and fecundity while rewarding war-won glory,
for critical menticide administered to each Margaret Thatcher Tory,
to render brains slack so that each id's reduced to a formless slurry,
and made denser & dumber than the dumb-*** mind of Ann Curry,
who sits around picking fleas off her pet rats calmly with no worry
like a pederast whose name is Marion but likes to be called Murray
because of thickset hair that was as curly as Bill Clinton's was furry
it made Hillary's perverse predilection into a ****-emergency hurry
as she faced extortion rackets entailing mucho homosexy potpourri
It's I.T.T., A.T. & T., F.P. & L. and A. & P. in lieu of slave-holder
In a demi-godly role of being everyplace looking over my shoulder
Like advice taken to heart by a ***** the tenth time you told her
On the occasion of the hundredth time that a ****** **** sold her
Put down that rifle and also that cup as there are doggedly two ratty
trees of wood: wood I stole & wood I shoplifted as doggy eats pup
Congratulations *******, you won the Nobel prize for shutting up
Move from a hovel & put down that shovel as there are 2 unkindly
kinds of wood: stolen & discounted as my rabid ***** eats her pup
****** Mary Jane Christmas to Quakers winning gifts for rutting up
Return my shovel and **** a guppy as there are 2 hunks of wood:
wood I stole & wood shoplifted as a dog ***** eats a hungry puppy
Cheers cancer-ridden surgeon, here's the Shaw prize for cutting up
The tall first wife, who was fleet of feet, was the easiest to book for
she preferred rat tail over bat wing and won as a dream to cook for
she hid herself very obviously therefore she wasn't hard to look for
her manifold athletic talents made her the leanest witch to hook for
Give me your hirsute/textile/hombre love you lovely hairy rag man,
with your pointy nose, unlimbered leg & warts from Larry Hagman
who from the horse's mountable side snuck up like an airy stag ram
Don't take what little's left via state Santa Christmas merry bag ban
Let's dress like women in debt at the oldest Chuck Berry drag stand
My happiness is easily seen in blood-letting cirques as corpuscular
while my rippling backwards frontage is of a physique so muscular
that it is known by fat aunt Joan as socked-in and highly avuncular
In icy Florida I pine for Klondike my favorite Alaskan lesbian lover
who, in our gay igloo, resembled that big oily ****** Danny Glover
whose **** buddy Mel Gibson made him half less pockless gaining
☹a little more of plenty above Kenai's northern-lit blinding darkness,
and punctuated by those empty promises of ****-driving starkness
that were dogged by monster sightings quite common to Loch Ness
where **** Welshmen smoke Scottish-spiced cigarillos smockless
Fear not as chronically-starved people are traditionally not so tough
so feed the hungry & while they are eating steal their bags and stuff
as unarmed Cymry won't do more than storm off in a Goidelic huff,
akin to a Tom Jones hissy fit of ***-wriggling dancing and gay fluff
This normal man wonders: How much public ******* is enough?
Pushing Fukushima scenarios beyond the point of a no-return bluff
and extraneous of a federal Continuity of Government powder puff
while parked on a decrepitly-reliable-ever-burgeoning-lard-*** duff
white men, like coal miners, mine mineable depths of Filipina ****
gynecologically like the average gynecology enthusiast off the cuff,
rejecting Bicol pathogenetic carpet chaw to dip Copenhagen *****,
a sprinkling 'tween lip & gum proves that no slanted ****'s too tuff
A trans-orbital lobotomy's necessitated when plants are root-bound,
Hello Addisonian crisis dysfunction when adrenal glands are found
insufficient when production of adrenaline is diagnosed as unsound
Mormons note the absent look of foremen in the Book of Mormon
and an absence of the Book of Mormon in the outlook of foremen
You hid it 'cause I can't find it every elsewhere a package for string
this catastrophe that threatens tragedy above the tryst below a fling
With cords knotted tightly around something tumorous I won't sing
It is the chlorine that cancels detergent in that electric washer thing
beneath cellar steps that David Niven's wife fell down while hiding
I lost her you found her, it's a dollar for riding plus a fee for finding
all broads blinded to inequity and to chick Nazis' unguided guiding
Oh Lord with such ease the slippery have slid into slipshod sliding!
The frailties of free men're exploited by N.S.A.'s jingoistic deriding
General Ike exposed the military-industrial-congressional complex
which strikes against the citizenry by venomous rattle snake reflex
faster than a dope-crazy Marilyn Monroe could reach for a Kleenex
thru curvatures in a third-dimensional, spatially-pornographic helix
that approximated the Mexi-milkers of actriz: la doña María Félix
rutting elephants in musth must respect advisory: kneel-harm-****,
to honor the moon-hoaxing memory of chronic liar Neil Armstrong
as obviously for **** Rosie O'Donnell her gay meal alarm's wrong
Johns familiarized themselves with Lillian Russell by buyin' ** Lil
as masochists meet masochistic needs with movies of Ryan O'Neal
Sadists satiate sadistic surges sharing sermons sold Séamus Ó Néill
& beheld-redemptive pleasures for patrons of free mass soul appeal
I'm nailed in my sub-par carpentry by all do-gooders of the nail ban
to the point where I'm willing to mail my big sister to the mail man
who's part & parcel of a mail-fraud plot & brother's can't-fail plan
Escaped & uncaught I will be no prison monkey's cell-mate-jail-fan
'Cause shorts clothe Richard Simmons' lard *** he has a pale can as
oil-from-rock Daniel's been given the pétrole epithet Ol' Shale Dan
Latino block & cinder create distortive Hispano-Américano rubble
'cause stirring up spics & greasy wetbacks invites N.C.L.R. trouble
Stand back anti-pope as I am about to burst your pederastic bubble!
Your egg-shell-thick pate's no match for a black jack as this club'll
smash its way thru cardinals, reverends, ministers, priests & dukes
to make cream taste like ***** and turn cake into what a dog pukes
Under U.S./Euro socialism there'll be no guy who's a young codger
and popular forenames will be banned including Preston and Roger
Trans-national entities whip horse dung into curdled cottage cheese
while denying rescue inhalers to asthmatics enjoying a bad wheeze
so as to avail publicly purpled aureolae of ready women who tease
Now is the time to release the promised South American killer bees
as the hour's passed to exact vengeance for a beheaded Robert Lees
Mafiosos contract that Joseph Valachi-types be capped at the knees
then hanged by their what's-her-names from il duce poles and trees
in such a fashion that'll tighten the ropes by cough, belch or sneeze
Long legs, wrong eggs, strong pegs, King Kong begs with a song of kegs
Let us dog dealers of wieners & corporate schemers: those 2-bit reamers
extend a left leg into the sacred space of my right one for time remaining
It's easy to harp on topics commiserate with crap profitably entertaining
A man who courts dogs & a court manned by dogs quibbles over kibble
Dogs devoid of canine teeth are not as happy to gnaw and to nibble
The Arc of the Covenant bestowed ancient promises metaphysical
shedding cockroach-scattering illumination that set courses tragical
on a populace & citizenry that were more attuned to an era magical
Before Zionistic Elders prepared an Order within cabals strategical
Beneath plum sunsets & catchy maladies that deafened folks lyrical
“Turn me on dead man” the Beatles backwardly warbled mystically
as the means and the method to sexcite vampresses gynecologically
For all shoulder-locked movements sway men anthropomorphically
Let us seek bi-lesbians who fear concerted opposition diametrically
as their prized packages remain barren, as they spawn ineffectually
Sappho's ovarian host pouch is barren as ***** meld ineffectually
as Western, Fallopian-tubed freakazoids are ****-probed habitually
Sapphic ovarian balloons shrink when hens ******* reciprocally
On Pearl Harbor Loch a false flag blackened Mister Moto's beacon
by shadowy, white manipulators under a U.S. sinister, proto-deacon
who, as a cousin-marrying-pipe-******* *******, emulated Lincoln,
the war-loving queer who went above & beyond his task to weaken
the will of sovereign states to sustain free-market economic health,
by exacting confiscatory taxes resulting in punishing capital wealth
The Beatles were creatures of M.K. Ultra's institution at Tavistock,
lost to a shocking future as shown by Alvin Toffler in Future Shock
whereas nothing can help us from taking an epidemiological knock
by Mao a la Trotsky, a la starvation wages via phony-baloney stock
in the image of Pol *** a la Lenin contrary to righteous John Locke
Our fused-egg brothers gestate together, flying as a migratory flock
dolled up in vestry wardrobe: papal bikini brassier, ******* & frock
awaiting George Orwell's 1984 English socialism known as Ingsoc
X number of years before Nancy Kwan wed ski champ Peter Pock,
& after Bob Ripley's Oriental/Occidental miscegenation ****** talk
as it was curlier than was Nimoy while he portrayed Vulcan Spock,
whose sweetness was unrehearsed, unrestrained & of a sickly mock
once taken, out of time as taken twice daily on any ol' broken clock
flesh stripped & exploited as the flightless relic of Earth's great auk
enjoying the laze of Sunday oblivious to extinct Darwinian schlock
as chastised love is Leonard Nimoy-pitiable with chastity-belt lock
Upon a Massachusettsian shore puritans purified Plymouth's Rock!
Forever amounts to nothing in betrayal of Heinlein's empathic grok
Back off quack as I'll **** the next 1 of you applying scalpel to ****
as a dad must regarding neo-Kantian, fatherless-**** Johann Bach
Deep in hell's bowels fricassees Jew Elizabeth/***-to-Death Taylor
who did every Joe Nobody from Captain Crunch to Norman Mailer
A harlot ***** was she from 10 niggerly toes to scary mulatto tone
as hellishly deep in Liz's brain was a splinter of hamster wish bone
& her ***-end was broad from fat foods Safeway to her would loan
Beneath her 3rd world-chiding heft Larry F's lawn chairs did groan
as this princess of whales never said no to hog jowls and corn pone
which made an interesting cut-out to novices of the porpoise prone
There won't be another Liz till Rockefeller perfects a Warner clone
with the aid of sewing machines to hem-stitch hems that need sewn
& a positronic brain stem to achieve mortality previously unknown
since Alex Bell pilfered **** inventor Antonio Meucci's telephone
Truth is light that Illuminists keep shadowed, darkened & unshown
for Hank & Phoebe Snow and Johnny Winter who would not atone
Thomas Edison stole or bought the patents to ingenious inventions
that he was more than happy to claim as his brilliant contributions
to the wealth & state of inquisitive Mankind's Earthen conventions,
also he took credit for Biblical allusions to immaculate conceptions
Which Bible books Tom Edison wrote no G.E. employee mentions
as stealing, purloining and commandeering were his 3 predilections
True historians know well charlatan Edison's dastardly elaborations
To pinch a hairy, chapped man is wrong as it puts him in more pain
For century-old Harry Chapman Pincher pinching made him insane
His unholy joy was to lay prone with mouth open to catch acid rain
& then hop into the commode to affect a toilet-related ankle sprain,
not too unlike Richard called **** & Jean who liked the name Jane
whose corpulence demands a piano coffin burial with crawler crane
Formaldehyde replaced 7 quarts of blood that went down a drain as
the proverb fits: when there's nothing to lose there's nothing to gain
Alan Ladd snuffed himself over a self-destructive hatred for Shane
and because Sue Carol preferred men of height Ladd couldn't attain
without elevator shoes & leading-lady actresses walking in ditches,
the love-life that humbles a netted shrimp into paralytic twitches as
Alan often got nothing from Brentwood ****** & witches because
****** pimps don't scrape **** off them Hollywood swanky *******
Tragically it's true that God's in the details & Satan's in the glitches
when Hippocratic Oath-denying doctors say don't bandage stitches,
it promotes infection needing treatment that add to a quack's riches
Apply no anti-bacterial salve unless your unbandaged wound itches
Amerika will be a Marxian paradise after we guillotine the snitches
harvest their organs, cremate & consign their ashes to crude niches
Give me, give me, give me, I can subsist not on a mere, single bean
Hey cheapo, get off your greasy ***, take me to Dairy Queen as my
**** is shaved, bra's padded & all kinks are relaxed by Afro Sheen
Western ***** are fattened for slaughter as sloped slants grow lean,
for lack of appendix, tonsils, adenoids, warts, piles, moles & spleen
Refugees flee what's so repressively dangerous that it's forever fled
The bloodied blood biz passes pathogens to bleeders bloodily bled
It is a dreadful situation that ****** folks find difficult not to dread
A gent is obliged to face conflict face first short of living in a shed,
plying the rough trade, rough-necking with ******* or playing dead
When my cruddy teeth are encrusted I brush the crud off with Crest
while working drainward with this golden cake of soap called Zest
Like a woman on public assistance I refuse to let my choppers rest
There was a time when talk of quiz was a precursor to an Iowa test
My basic skills are determinedly under-cutting my housewife guest
whose stems run north to her malignant tissue free mammae breast
In movies shooting orphans with high-powered rifles is done in jest
'cause in Amerika making ammunition is what wage-slaves do best
When I'm not utilizing forks for recreational after-meal dog-jabbin'
I am staking out hog farms for the planning of gainful hog-nabbin'
or making log-planing modifications on my pine-logged log cabin,
before crossing teamster picket lines for wage-earning job scabbin,'
I take pains to avoid being skinned in a Jimmy Hoffa mob stabbin'
A thousand Confucian truths drive my happy dreams to nightmares
as bi-****** pass out on Calexico-Mexicali-low-calorie light beers
I haven't the moxie to skate through hydrants of fate terminological
as those 78 crumb-bums behind T.V. “comedies” wax scatological
Ernie killed Chip & Robby to stamp his father a cipher biological
He hadn't room for women for production smacking gynecological
The last time he looked skyward his thoughts weren't cosmological
S.O.B. Ernest cursed routinely at arthritis diagnosed gerontological
He gives not a harlot's hello for innumerable faults anthropological
nor to lend his energies to scopes that abuse harmonics hormonical
as he stumblingly falls prey to meanderings sickishly trophological
Lord of Hostesses salvage carcass mine from insults cancrological
Redeem me in sudden form humanoid of activities pathogenetical
We mourn in Gettysburg's city as unrepentant lesbians on probation
Defying errors inflicted upon soldiers who forsook proper vocation
Anti-poping Argentine Francis as he's ****** to Satan's invocation
It remains the best course to abide by stellar laws of spatial rotation
Whether one's nationality is Romanian, Finnish, British or Croatian
Lost people will eat food outside their region &

Gynecology appeals to the rooting instinct and not just among pigs,
apartment-dwellers too crave the spotlight especially in cheap digs
A tree puts strength in its cambium membrane, seeds, bark & twigs
whilst outgrowing the imperilment of remaining grounded as sprigs
It was not long before the Rolling Stones were being paid for gigs,
in the day when greasy Guineas plugged sheenies & cultivated figs,
decades before sainted negroes thrived as reactionary brillos & nigs
when a schweinehund on par with Club of Rome's lard-*** Al Gore
was realistic enough to accept his natural vocation as a male *****
even though no Avon salve could rescue him from being still sore,
he collected for prostitutional services that there existed no bill for,
while at Sea World Shamu can't fit through a pinniped or seal door,
as whale flesh ain't no antidote for pill-heads on America's pill tour
Keep whacking the side of your head to hammer out doubt till sure
you become of religious piety while acting out a radio-active story
that destroys tumors and fecundity while rewarding war-won glory,
for critical menticide administered to each Margaret Thatcher Tory,
to render brains slack so that each id's reduced to a formless slurry,
and made denser & dumber than the dumb-*** mind of Ann Curry,
who sits around picking fleas off her pet rats calmly with no worry
like a pederast whose name is Marion but likes to be called Murray
because of thickset hair that was as curly as Bill Clinton's was furry
it made Hillary's perverse predilection into a ****-emergency hurry
as she faced extortion rackets entailing mucho homosexy potpourri
It's I.T.T., A.T. & T., F.P. & L. and A. & P. in lieu of slave-holder
In a demi-godly role of being everyplace looking over my shoulder
Like advice taken to heart by a ***** the tenth time you told her
On the occasion of the hundredth time that a ****** **** sold her
Put down that rifle and also that cup as there are doggedly two ratty
trees of wood: wood I stole & wood I shoplifted as doggy eats pup
Congratulations *******, you won the Nobel prize for shutting up
Move from a hovel & put down that shovel as there are 2 unkindly
kinds of wood: stolen & discounted as my rabid ***** eats her pup
****** Mary Jane Christmas to Quakers winning gifts for rutting up
Return my shovel and **** a guppy as there are 2 hunks of wood:
wood I stole & wood shoplifted as a dog ***** eats a hungry puppy
Cheers cancer-ridden surgeon, here's the Shaw prize for cutting up
The tall first wife, who was fleet of feet, was the easiest to book for
she preferred rat tail over bat wing and won as a dream to cook for
she hid herself very obviously therefore she wasn't hard to look for
her manifold athletic talents made her the leanest witch to hook for
Give me your hirsute/textile/hombre love you lovely hairy rag man,
with your pointy nose, unlimbered leg & warts from Larry Hagman
who from the horse's mountable side snuck up like an airy stag ram
Don't take what little's left via state Santa Christmas merry bag ban
Let's dress like women in debt at the oldest Chuck Berry drag stand
My happiness is easily seen in blood-letting cirques as corpuscular
while my rippling backwards frontage is of a physique so muscular
that it is known by fat aunt Joan as socked-in and highly avuncular
In icy Florida I pine for Klondike my favorite Alaskan lesbian lover
who, in our gay igloo, resembled that big oily ****** Danny Glover
whose **** buddy Mel Gibson made him half less pockless gaining
a little more of plenty above Kenai's northern-lit blinding darkness,
and punctuated by those empty promises of ****-driving starkness
that were dogged by monster sightings quite common to Loch Ness
where **** Welshmen smoke Scottish-spiced cigarillos smockless
Fear not as chronically-starved people are traditionally not so tough
so feed the hungry & while they are eating steal their bags and stuff
as unarmed Cymry won't do more than storm off in a Goidelic huff,
akin to a Tom Jones hissy fit of ***-wriggling dancing and gay fluff
This normal man wonders: How much public ******* is enough?

Gynecology appeals to the rooting instinct and not just among pigs,
apartment-dwellers too crave the spotlight especially in cheap digs
A tree puts strength in its cambium membrane, seeds, bark & twigs
whilst outgrowing the imperilment of remaining grounded as sprigs
It was not long before the Rolling Stones were being paid for gigs,
in the day when greasy Guineas plugged sheenies & cultivated figs,
decades before sainted negroes thrived as reactionary brillos & nigs
when a schweinehund on par with Club of Rome's lard-*** Al Gore
was realistic enough to accept his natural vocation as a male *****
even though no Avon salve could rescue him from being still sore,
he collected for prostitutional services that there existed no bill for,
while at Sea World Shamu can't fit through a pinniped or seal door,
as whale flesh ain't no antidote for pill-heads on America's pill tour
Keep whacking the side of your head to hammer out doubt till sure
you become of religious piety while acting out a radio-active story
that destroys tumors and fecundity while rewarding war-won glory,
for critical menticide administered to each Margaret Thatcher Tory,
to render brains slack so that each id's reduced to a formless slurry,
and made denser & dumber than the dumb-*** mind of Ann Curry,
who sits around picking fleas off her pet rats calmly with no worry
like a pederast whose name is Marion but likes to be called Murray
because of thickset hair that was as curly as Bill Clinton's was furry
it made Hillary's perverse predilection into a ****-emergency hurry
as she faced extortion rackets entailing mucho homosexy potpourri
It's I.T.T., A.T. & T., F.P. & L. and A. & P. in lieu of slave-holder
In a demi-godly role of being everyplace looking over my shoulder

Gynecology appeals to the rooting instinct and not just among pigs,
apartment-dwellers too crave the spotlight especially in cheap digs
A tree puts strength in its cambium membrane, seeds, bark & twigs
whilst outgrowing the imperilment of remaining grounded as sprigs
It was not long before the Rolling Stones were being paid for gigs,
in the day when greasy Guineas plugged sheenies & cultivated figs,
decades before sainted negroes thrived as reactionary brillos & nigs
when a schweinehund on par with Club of Rome's lard-*** Al Gore
was realistic enough to accept his natural vocation as a male *****
even though no Avon salve could rescue him from being still sore,
he collected for prostitutional services that there existed no bill for,
while at Sea World Shamu can't fit through a pinniped or seal door,
as whale flesh ain't no antidote for pill-heads on America's pill tour
Keep whacking the side of your head to hammer out doubt till sure
you become of religious piety while acting out a radio-active story
that destroys tumors and fecundity while rewarding war-won glory,
for critical menticide administered to each Margaret Thatcher Tory,
to render brains slack so that each id's reduced to a formless slurry,
and made denser & dumber than the dumb-*** mind of Ann Curry,
who sits around picking fleas off her pet rats calmly with no worry
like a pederast whose name is Marion but likes to be called Murray
because of thickset hair that was as curly as Bill Clinton's was furry
it made Hillary's perverse predilection into a ****-emergency hurry
as she faced extortion rackets entailing mucho homosexy potpourri

Gynecology appeals to the rooting instinct and not just among pigs,
apartment-dwellers too crave the spotlight especially in cheap digs
A tree puts strength in its cambium membrane, seeds, bark & twigs
whilst outgrowing the imperilment of remaining grounded as sprigs
It was not long before the Rolling Stones were being paid for gigs,
in the day when greasy Guineas plugged sheenies & cultivated figs,
decades before sainted negroes thrived as reactionary brillos & nigs
when a schweinehund on par with Club of Rome's lard-*** Al Gore
was realistic enough to accept his natural vocation as a male *****
even though no Avon salve could rescue him from being still sore,
he collected for prostitutional services that there existed no bill for,
while at Sea World Shamu can't fit through a pinniped or seal door,
as whale flesh ain't no antidote for pill-heads on America's pill tour
Keep whacking the side of your head to hammer out doubt till sure
you become of religious piety while acting out a radio-active story
that destroys tumors and fecundity while rewarding war-won glory,
for critical menticide administered to each Margaret Thatcher Tory,
to render brains slack so that each id's reduced to a formless slurry,
and made denser & dumber than the dumb-*** mind of Ann Curry,
who sits around picking fleas off her pet rats calmly with no worry
like a pederast whose name is Marion but likes to be called Murray
because of thickset hair that was as curly as Bill Clinton's was furry
it made Hillary's perverse predilection into a ****-emergency hurry
as she faced extortion rackets entailing mucho homosexy potpourri
It's I.T.T., A.T. & T., F.P. & L. and A. & P. in lieu of slave-holder
In a demi-godly role of being everyplace looking over my shoulder

WEB: Sacrae Theologiae Doctor (S.T.D.) (Doctor of Sacred Theology) (formerly Sacrae Theologiae Professor (S.T.P.), Professor of Sacred Theology), is the final theological degree in the pontifical university system of the Catholic Church.

In the center (as a centerpiece) was the grave stone chiseled to celebrate total ***** reliance on public assistance. Young Tyrone ate a tree root. He was happy to have white teeth. The fire exit was burnt up by the fire that burnt down the building.

︻╦╤─ --- ---

Hi, this is Donny Osmond. Whenever Marie starts yelling some crazy ****, I bounce her head off the sink. If that's not enough, I ram her noggin through a sliding-glass door. If the ***** is hyper-rad, I bounce a couple of bowling ***** off her cocoanut. In my next message, I'll show you the easiest way to shut queer little fruitcake Jimmy the **** up.

Cancer is a B17-vitamin deficit.

It's the first hot crap of a dazzled morning that mocks exits & doors
where fertile stores of fertilizer fertilize ***** slaughter-house floors

Here's something that almost happened to me about 6 to 10 years ago give or take 6 to 10 years. I was working the day watch out of Hot Dog Division, my boss was Captain Wiener, my name's Wiener {no relative to Capt. Wiener} & I carry a bun.
   Slipping into my shorts after a long, hot shower...****! Using my special cup as catapult...Stupendous! Freeing the wacky Iraki people...Outstanding! --- It's with pig eyes what I see through.
   I dropped my pants in a dramatic gesture of boy scouting & cut one to scare off southerly attack. My nodules were hardened, my crisp zones fried toasty, my nasal cavities full of oxygen. If only ****** could be here I thought.
   Part of the problem with the government generally, the central part specifically, is their gentle, generous & forgiving nature. I never seen an official more so or special than one agent of specialty. Take the many, damage the few.
   “Help!” Yelled the frantic woman into the telephone.
“I've just been attacked by Conrad Nagel!”
   “Conrad Nagel? Are you sure?!”
   Nobody could ever be sure again. 700 Conrad
Nagel attacks later: “Help, I'm a reap victim!”
   “Who did this?!”
   “Cyrus McCormick: the reaper man!”
   --- 6 of 15 ***** agree: The anti-semitic writings of ****** bolster ****-eros. Some day I'll be appreciated for what I really am: a multi-faceted he-man. 14 agree: Lincoln's melancholia did nothing to curb his penchant for blood baths. In all the blue Earth & other violet planets of deluge there are droughts & set-backs. Cries of “a sand storm killed my mother” & “my grill friend can't get enough” {chef related} can be heard far & again.

What if your bike could run on grass? It would be a grass-powered bike. Wouldn't that be something? Your bike might be a gas/grass hybrid bike and you wouldn't know it because the gas/grass hybrid sticker peeled off. You can test for gas/grass hybrid capability by putting grass in the gas tank. [Later you could **** everyone and you wouldn't have to apologize because everyone would be dead.]

I'll nail her, bang her & ***** her & various construction terms that
mean the same thing as I want to pound her as a thrill-hammer king

Where's my favorite skillet?
I'm having *** with it.

“Where's my favorite skillet?”
“I'm having *** with it.”

“Where's my favorite skillet?”
“I'm having *** with it.”

A Madsen - Denmark  Feb 2018
next stop, the world!
wanna join me?

𝑺𝒖𝒛𝒚 𝑩𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒌𝒚  
I'm incognito.

A Madsen - Denmark
me to..
shh...
I might have a batman outfit in the basement..

𝑺𝒖𝒛𝒚 𝑩𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒌𝒚
These "poetry" sites are terrible. Don't use your Danish name.

A Madsen - Denmark
It's the most common danish last name..
why the paranoia?

𝑺𝒖𝒛𝒚 𝑩𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒌𝒚
Paranoia is an irrational fear/concern. Believing that football players called a huddle to talk about you is a paranoid belief. I made the mistake of using my real name (in part to advertise my book) on a poetry site in 2015 and it escalated into Internet death threats and phone calls.

A Madsen - Denmark  Feb 2018
Crazy... people are crazy.. i'll keep that in mind.
Freedom of speech is long gone..
if i may ask.. what book? you seem exiting..

𝑺𝒖𝒛𝒚 𝑩𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒌𝒚  Feb 2018
If I divulge the title, you'll know my name.

A Madsen - Denmark  Feb 2018
i know..
the question is. would you trust me?

Julia Mae, Julia Mae, if only some day we could meet on
a boat, throw everyone overboard to see who will float

WIKI: "Boston marriage" as a term is said to have been in use in New England in the decades spanning the late 19th and early 20th centuries to describe two women living together, independent of financial support from a man.

Here in December's subtropical temperament I am in a heavy shirt. {Heave-** my skirt pagan!} My prayers involving tremendous wealth, vigor, vengeance have gone ignored. I'll have to petition the Holy Father through underworld emissaries once again. Will my pleas be gratified? My shortcomings rectified? The threads that bind me to His Will, His Law, are frayed. I'll continue to sing His praises as a soldier. I'll honor what our planet's orbit demands. A parachutist doesn't jump from a plane because he has a fear of flying. He jumps to gorify, {maybe horrify} his openings, or to glorify the Holy Father. To a Mexican: “Tom, **** or Harry,” sounds like: “Tom's **** is hairy.” But who cares about how things sound to a Mexican? Because, after all...

She's a trifling break-scale so I won't attempt a weigh-in. Peculiar problems weather-related, related to Florida's sub-tropical difficulties & a sub-moronic version of everything I've done in 20 years {'82--'02},  fret none = threaten.

All my chances are sandwiched as the plies of plywood. Luck will have me, she'll be of certain bend: a ***** named Chung or Hoa or any number of gooky names.

I caught what you got: a catchy social malady, a red, twisted nose, a
splintered bone sprain & iliac crest pain from a celiac disease strain
as our fiery Icelandical love derailed your icy Africanical soul train,
new A.P.S. screening for Chinese students made Dutch folks insane
as a homosexy Irish turn would flash a burn with Gay Gaybo Byrne
who worshiped all beans save, of course, the stringy mung, because
1 dead Martin Luther King hung sun bred rotten puker string strung
on *****/spine/pines/Ipsen, as anagrammatically fill words are sung
by Ted Nougat & Steady Nugget, Cud New Ghent, Bed **** Gent,
Freddy Knew Chant, Bad Gnu Jaunt, Red Glue **** or Ted Nugent

to memorialize Idaho's ****** Teton Dam 'cause it was built cheaply

In seafaring the Irish Sea Micks had to ***** their ***** down tight
when they were fleeing the tragical Emerald Isle-wide potato blight
in coffin ships while fleeing the tragic Emerald Island potato blight
across sea water of British-beer **** & blood-pudding turds at night
till morning when the king's ******-loving navy'd make all alright
until morn when the king's ******-porking navy'd make stuff right
by flying high the ****** union jack like the nippers' rising-sun kite
There is no fang-tooth rot in the maddest mad dog's maddening bite
nor argument among jungle carnivores to mark heavy carcases light
as this might make appetites of gristly diets nauseating at first sight
save queen's giblet gobbled by Praetorian guards as was their plight
to paint chain-link mesh with ****** strings whilst losing the fight
plus to wrest defeat from the jaws of victory & disgust from delight
with Julia Child's manly lady fingers attached to her hand of sleight
Mankind can spin the firmament of our flat Earth with all his might
& moxy commensurate to his original cave-living Si-Te-Cah height
before the Aquarian Age advent of **** N.A.S.A.'s gay moon flight
by old Masonic telemetrics in accord with Saturnian/Luciferian rite
to share convulsive retching systemic to spastic or paralyzing fright
that let quacks slice Michael Jackson's crucified neb merely to spite
sodomite Quincy Jones who with drum sticks Will Smith did smite

Can't we use public **** houses based on genitalia? Where are my eye bags? They're under my eyes. Is this the miserable hell that is MY VIOLENT LIFE? There are 7 diseases lymphatical that thoroughly waste a Swedish functionary. I get it, I think. Of course I do! Heave-**, big love for Christmas has yet to budge a ****** sexier than Allard Kenneth Lowenstein (or make less blind Jorge Luis Borges). Songs that promote a geriatrical standard that's epidemiological reminds us of various things cultural & cultured like butter-milk because old Paul McCartney proves that bold jowl pigs aren't knees. I recognize 223 signs of ratty liver seizure when my fried liver & onions clog with rat droppings. Oh well Orwell, other than torture, O'Brien's a swell guy, not some big, terrible ******...

Can't we use public **** houses based on genitalia? Where are my eye bags? They're under my eyes. Is this the miserable hell that is MY VIOLENT LIFE? There are 7 diseases lymphatical that thoroughly waste a Swedish functionary. I get it, I think. Of course I do! Heave-**, big love for Christmas has yet to budge a ****** sexier than Allard Kenneth Lowenstein (or make less blind Jorge Luis Borges). Songs that promote a geriatrical standard that's epidemiological reminds us of various things cultural & cultured like butter-milk because old Paul McCartney proves that bold jowl pigs aren't knees. I recognize 223 signs of ratty liver seizure when my fried liver & onions clog with rat droppings. Oh well Orwell, other than torture, *O'Brien's a swell guy, not some big, terrible ******...

Can't we use public **** houses based on genitalia? Where are my eye bags? They're under my eyes. Is this the miserable hell that is MY VIOLENT LIFE? There are 7 diseases lymphatical that thoroughly waste a Swedish functionary. I get it, I think. Of course I do! Heave-**, big love for Christmas has yet to budge a ****** sexier than Allard Kenneth Lowenstein (or make less blind Jorge Luis Borges). Songs that promote a geriatrical standard that's epidemiological reminds us of various things cultural & cultured like butter-milk because old Paul McCartney proves that bold jowl pigs aren't knees. I recognize 223 signs of ratty liver seizure when my fried liver & onions clog with rat droppings. Oh well Orwell, other than torture, O'Brien's a swell guy, not some big, terrible ******...

Can't we use public **** houses based on genitalia? Where are my eye bags? They're under my eyes. Is this the miserable hell that is MY VIOLENT LIFE? There are 7 diseases lymphatical that thoroughly waste a Swedish functionary. I get it, I think. Of course I do! Heave-**, big love for Christmas has yet to budge a ****** sexier than Allard Kenneth Lowenstein (or make less blind Jorge Luis Borges). Songs that promote a geriatrical standard that's epidemiological reminds us of various things cultural & cultured like butter-milk because old Paul McCartney proves that bold jowl pigs aren't knees. I recognize 223 signs of ratty liver seizure when my fried liver & onions clog with rat droppings. Oh well Orwell, other than torture, O'Brien's a swell guy, not some big, terrible ******...

"Deliberate attempts have been made to allow (Aboriginal) infants under my care to die. The real authorities don't want these infants to live. My final conclusion after forty years or more in this business (medical) is that the unofficial policy of the World Health Organization is one of ****** and genocide."

I was waiting to see Grace Slick when some fat old hag cuts in line and I say: “No cutting in line you fat old ugly hag!” And she says: “But, I am Grace Slick!” And I say: “Right, you fat old ugly hag and I'm Jimmy Hoffa!” Later I found out that she was Grace Slick. Now, of course, I'm grateful for the honor of having met her.

Every time when you’re near
My head grows clear
That’s what you want to hear
Everything that I do
Makes me want you
Aren’t I supposed to?
But you annoy me
And I don’t know why
You destroy me
You make me cry

From the song:
"What Institution Are You From?"
by  Mary Timony

Some of your parts are only of value for transplantation while you breathe. The ***** donor card gives doctors your permission (under contract law) to remove your organs from your warm and breathing and UN-anesthetized, doctor-declared “brain-dead” body. This isn't speculation. Doctors admit to “harvesting organs” from “brain-dead patients” i.e. patients with pulses.

WEB/ Numerous accounts of patients who have recovered after a firm diagnosis of “brain death” demonstrate that “brain dead” patients are not certainly dead. Here are two cases:

Zack Dunlap, a 21-year-old Oklahoman, flipped over on his 4-wheeler and suffered catastrophic brain injuries in November 2007. Thirty-six hours after his accident, doctors at United Regional Healthcare System in Wichita Falls, Texas, declared him “brain dead.” Preparations to harvest his organs were underway when friends and relatives gathered to say their final goodbyes. His cousin, a nurse, wanting to make certain, scraped his pocket knife along the bottom of Zack’s foot. Zack ****** his foot away. Just months later, Zack was walking and talking. Zack recalled hearing the doctor say he was dead and being “mad inside” but unable to move.

Steven Thorpe, a British 17-year-old, suffered horrific injuries in a multi-car accident. Four doctors declared him “brain dead.” Doctors asked his family to consider donating his organs before his life-support was turned off. The family sought a second opinion from a neurologist who detected faint brain waves. Seven weeks later, Steven was discharged from the hospital having made a near-full recovery. In 2013, at age 21, now an accountant trainee, he spoke to the media for the first time: “Hopefully (my experience) can help people see you should never give up. My father believed I was alive—and he was correct.”

Are sleeping pills awake?

Surely, things aren't as dire as you make out? I'm forced to live in the woods and eat garbage. Surely, things are as dire as I make out. An instruction to suicide isn't a provocation to suicide. Wear a bra for support, ******. Bring garbage to me. I'm in the woods so you know I'll eat it. The bottom ½ of me loves you. White people are nice even when they got lice. Now, let's not delve into mental issues, unless you want to. Truly, don't take joy in "feeling the burn" nor live by the adage, "no pain, no gain." Pain is the body's response to trauma. Don't listen to idiots & dumb ***** who plead with you to join them in dangerous activities. Protect yourself. Protect the flesh & blood shell/cell that houses your eternal soul. Stay away from tattooists & the hepatitis that they gleefully spread. I've reached out to you before only to be snapped at. You have a chip on your shoulder. It's your chipped shoulder, not mine. I'm a generous person with my time & knowledge. I could help you if not for your foolish pride. They're so helpfully friendly & giving & at ease, them honkies that gives you their homosexy venereal disease. Indeed, though our vaginas are wet with anticipation we conserve our paper towels for wiping up after puppies. Worry not my little monkey. Amen.



♍ WEB: On July 30, 2014, after a total of 8 recent incidents involving the meters, SaskPower was ordered by the Government of Saskatchewan to immediately end its smart meter program, and remove the 105,000 smart meters it had installed.

Would you like to see a sketch of my vacuum cleaner?
Yes.
Here it is.
That's quite a vacuum cleaner.
Thanks. It was given to me by a neighbor.
Your neighbor is nice.
She is. She's crippled and she can't walk.
That's neat.

Well? It's a deep subject.

“Turkey Slaughter, Justifiable Self Defense” : To “get away with it” (turkey killing), it is paramount that the turkey is angry & inconsolable. Once you have “ruffled his feathers,” you can blow his brains out. Happy Thanksgiving.

“Turkey Slaughter, Justifiable Self Defense” : To “get away with it” (turkey killing), it is paramount that the turkey is angry & inconsolable. Once you have “ruffled his feathers,” you can blow his brains out. Happy Thanksgiving.