We must be hoodwinked & lured into demeaning one another through the dogmatic strictures of animalism/animalitarianism ("atheism") in order: to deny Spiritualism; to wage total war; to value animal life above human life; to commit clinician-assisted ****** by aborticide; to befoul the water with fluoride and pediatric serums with mercury; to becloud the air with aluminum oxide via military tanker jets; to burn tumorous growths with x-rays; to subject our hearts to allopathic diagnostics namely radioactive dyes & Adrenalin-based stress tests; to venerate amoral men.

Martha Raye's shortness was not by luckless fate but because of her
leglessness state, irked by 4 diabetical comas that killed her too late

One must lack humility to truly believe such rot. "Atheists" are in desperate need of attention. "Atheism" is on the rise as test scores fall and fathers abandon their children. "Atheism" = Stalinism. Please pay attention to America's beltless youth as they jump up and down proclaiming their "atheism"!

Turn up the gas, I want no damp cell, no moist damsel in **** hell
whose ill virginity is wiped clean by my hellishly-wild *** machine
I love you tall, I love you short in a barrel, beneath a port. You are a
broad. I know it's true. Live up to the crooked contract or I will sue.
Richard F. Burton, extinguish *** Taylor's fiery *** that lit abruptly
in the Golfo de México from B.P.'s unmothered-crack-head-****-gas
I took harmful advice to seize a 1-upped leg man ****-deep in knees

“Comanches put the prisoner to work digging a hole, telling him they needed it for a religious ceremony. When the captive, using a knife and his hands, had completed digging a pit about five feet deep, they bound him with rope, placed him in it, filled the hole with dirt, packing it around his body and exposed head. They then scalped him and cut off his ears, nose, lips, and eyelids. Leaving him bleeding, they rode away, counting on the sun and insects to finish their work for them. Later, back at their encampment, they told the story as an excellent joke, one which gained them a certain celebrity throughout the tribe.” —  Stanley Noyes, Los Comanches, The Horse People 1751 -- 1845 (1993)

I was eating Wheaties with Bruce Jennner when the phone rang. It was for Bruce. He talked for hours. "Hey Bruce!" I said, while grabbing him by the throat. "These Wheaties are really good."

I put an extra N in Jenner by mistake.

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

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

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

— Henry Miller, *Tropic of Cancer

"Very good, Timmy," Doctor Wayne said. "I gotta take a dump." And he did and it was like a million plumbers died for nothing.
    And, "It's 10 minutes old, which is ten times longer than my attention span. The Australia part isn't for you it's for a different beautiful speed boat girl living a quokka-free life on the beach. You wouldn't like her as she sleeps through Florida daytimes."
   "What's that mean? Do you know?"
   "I don't know what it means."

“I got smug with pigs!”; “Why?”; “Because by their warty genitals they are obliged by F.O.P.'s corporate nobodies to swarm upon the public when panicked. It's only by God's divine wrath that a C.D.C.-designed porcine or equine flu don't **** us everyone!”; “Amen to that! Please remember Charlie Chan's chaplain in your misguided prayers...” (Nuclear medicine = allopathic insanity) I'm through with (that is to say: done with) showing off my teeth to strangers as the impression made upon them never breaks the skin. I'm utilizing axioms to flesh out dynamic processes, those which never break the skin.

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

There are 3 types of 18-year-old women: Those who look 30, those who look their age & those who pass for 13. I'm here, and every place, to help. I've always been charitable like disciple Paul or Saint Ignatius of Loyola. I told you, when I'm dead & rendered into microbial particulates, you'll cry. It turned out well. I would've sewn my fingers together. Is sewing dangerous?

Toby could feel her savage love so much. Audrey pulled her thighs into the naked hollows of his underarms. If this wasn't love he couldn't tell. How long they had wondered what closeness felt like. Audrey had to say: "My lover, I need to know the sexiness of your intimacy a lot." Toby answered, "Me too." That day Audrey became impregnated big time. Would anyone notice in 8 months? Toby might, especially if he ran into Audrey's pregnancy doctor.
   Audrey's uncle was visiting from New Mexico for a month. He was a kindly man whom Audrey liked. No monkey business with uncle Chuck. He was 100% normal. That's for sure. One morning when Audrey was rinsing her ****** uncle Chuck entered the kitchen. "What's up Audrey?" Chuck asked.
   "Just washin' my *******."
   "Big night?"
   "No, Uncle, just routine laundering."
   Their back-and-forth banter was casual.
   "Today, I've got 3 appointments," Chuck mused.
   "Hand to me my Kunta Kinte commemorative *****,"
Audrey instructed casually enough.
   "This one?" Chuck asked.
   "Yes, thanks," Audrey said as she relaxed her **** muscles.
   "Good-bye," Chuck said 30 seconds before he left.
   "Good-bye," Audrey replied 7 seconds before he left.

Chapter 2, Toby's gay link to the Mafia was about to be revealed. Toby wasn't gay, not even a little bit. He loved women a lot. Once when a gay man asked Toby to marry him, Toby didn't hesitate to say NO! and the gay man knew it. Deep respect warmed the gay community as word spread quickly. So when anyone says that Toby's gay ties to the Sicilian Cosa Nostra Mafia were homosexual they're wrong, Mafia-gabage-dumpster-dead-wrong!

Chapter 3, Uncle Chuck's hidden secret wasn't that he was normal, 100% so and everyone knew it. But uncle Chuck had a hidden secret that Audrey must not find out about or her life would be irreversibly changed and it could never be changed back again.

Chapter 4, Audrey took L.S.D. and had an awful flashback to 1999 about illegal drug use. She had been shacking up with a man who respected women a lot. He saw that she was L.S.D.-free and selflessly offered to her L.S.D. for free. She accepted it and immediately felt that life was enhanced by Hospice care in the long run.

Chapter 5, "His lard *** brought him down. He fell to the floor, not to the ground" was what uncle Chucky wanted on his tombstone that marked the muddy grave where he would be buried dead. It didn't matter, the seepage. Lee Oswald was corrupted by it and no comrade cried for months because he was a stinking, cruddy, raunchy, Marxist, Leninist, ****** red ***** Russian spy.

He was a kindly man whom Audrey liked. No monkey business with uncle Chuck. He was 100% normal. That's for sure. One morning when Audrey was rinsing her ****** uncle Chuck entered the kitchen. "What's up Audrey?" Chuck asked.
   "Just washin' my *******."
   "Big night?"
   "No, Uncle, just routine laundering."
   Their back-and-forth banter was casual.
   "Today, I've got 3 appointments," Chuck mused.
   "Hand to me my Kunta Kinte commemorative *****,"
Audrey instructed casually enough.
   "This one?" Chuck asked.
   "Yes, thanks," Audrey said as she relaxed her **** muscles.
   "Good-bye," Chuck said 30 seconds before he left.
   "Good-bye," Audrey replied 7 seconds before he left.

⛺️⛺️⛺️⛺️⛺️⛺️⛺️⛺️⛺️⛺️⛺️⛺️⛺️⛺️⛺️⛺️⛺️⛺️⛺️⛺️⛺️⛺️⛺️⛺️⛺️⛺️⛺️⛺️⛺️­⛺️⛺️⛺️⛺️⛺️⛺️⛺️⛺️⛺️⛺️⛺️⛺️⛺️

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~­~~~~~~~~~~~


Male members in the sect of skoptsy (Russian: скопцы, "castrated") were required to become castrated, either only the testicles ("lesser seal") or also the ***** ("greater seal").

Penectomy is ***** removal through surgery, generally for medical or personal reasons.

But adenoidal ache just can't be a bee bounce at half an ounce, or a slimming tactic fat folk trounce, or a ****** token shaved of its broken serrations, or merely a Red Skelton chroma key collection of sultan-green adulations. Can it? Can't it be olden Aunt Bea? Can it be, cannibal Aunt Bea? Rack me up, ***** in pockets. Oh yeah!

And then suddenly, & sudden-like, for reasons that lurk mysteriously, I fell deeply in love with Aunt Jemima on the pancake syrup bottle. There was a futility to it all. Aunt Jemima was shapely & full of imitation maple syrup and I loved her for it. She sweetened my pancakes. She bled from the head, making me not glad she's dead. My pancakes are embedded with blue-berried dots and nobody gives a harlot's-hello. I love you Aunt Jemima, this I know, from your non-reproductive *** glands to your classy, glassy nose.

Welcome to my old shed where I live & earn big bucks giving each
week where I sleep shed tours for retirees with disturbing bed sores

Sallie Bernard
Albert Enayati, B.S., Ch.E., M.S.M.E.
Teresa Binstock
Heidi Roger
Lyn Redwood, R.N., M.S.N., C.R.N.P.
Woody McGinnis, M.D.
...excessive mercury has been detected in *****, hair, and blood samples from autistic children; and parental reports, though limited at this date, indicate significant improvement in symptoms subsequent to heavy-metal chelation therapy.

Sallie Bernard
Albert Enayati, B.S., Ch.E., M.S.M.E.
Teresa Binstock
Heidi Roger
Lyn Redwood, R.N., M.S.N., C.R.N.P.
Woody McGinnis, M.D.
...excessive mercury has been detected in *****, hair, and blood samples from autistic children; and parental reports, though limited at this date, indicate significant improvement in symptoms subsequent to heavy-metal chelation therapy.

✅ Earth is not an upside-down,
wobbling, speeding-ball planet.

We march in jackboots to combat the foot ball neuromas of Morton
that force us on long marches to stop, cut, soak our heels & shorten
the queer couplin' betwixt Gavin Gordon & Edward Everett Horton
My freckled, ***** *** is lively, smooth & weighs in not too heavy
as I run my pretty mouth faster than you race your rusted '56 Chevy

WEB: Oceanographer Jacques Cousteau explained to the U.N.E.S.C.O. Courier in an interview in November 1991: “The damage people cause to the planet is a function of demographics — it is equal to the degree of development. One American burdens the earth much more than twenty Bangladeshes. The damage is directly linked to consumption. Our society is turning toward more and needless consumption. It is a vicious circle that I compare to cancer.” He then added: “This is a terrible thing to say. In order to stabilize world population, we must eliminate 350,000 people per day. It is a horrible thing to say, but it’s just as bad not to say it.”

Gumly Gumly is a suburb of the city of Wagga Wagga, New South Wales, Australia.

Regression ****** in anger hangs on hangers, frogs laid outwardly,
on platters, fascinate frog-fanciers who fancy laid-out frog wangers*

   She slapped me in my donuts &
touched them inappropriately too.
   Look where the bird got me! He got me on the leg. He was
aiming for my face. Thank God I hid my face behind my leg.
   The sun shines upon the ungrateful, rain waters the
crops of the spiteful, God’s love flourishes in camps.
   A rousing specimen, she promises she can’t stop. An enamored *** = she assures me she’s coated. A wayward type, she’s not heading out. I have nothing if not trust with a certain amount of bluff & buffoonery in every romance. *Ahhhh, to be young & in prison: the discipline, the regulation meals, the kinship, the kithship, the nights never lonely & on guard, lactobacillus acidophilus, kidneys on the go, coeurs d’artichauts, checks w/o images...
   An arousing prelude to ****** periods in lunar anguish
comes a cycle four-by-seven. The sun she shines as
we are in target, burning our shaven zones *mucho.

I cried when my shoes were stolen by car thieves
I screamed in pain when I ran out of Flintstone vitamins
I moaned like Oprah when I ruptured myself on a tire swing

7 December 1980 Yoko & John Lennon celebrate Pearl Harbor Day
with sushi, foot-long Coney Island hot dogs & Uncle Tetsu's soufflé

Anti-pope Francis' ecclesiastical fiat edicts are more diabolical than
grass spider sorcery, Baptistic hex tragical & elemental *** magical
as ****-divin' for King Jezus Chrystus is mechanistically tyrannical
Donny **** & the Dip ***** croon ****-house tunes nightly for free
while **** **** in Walmart's urinals, emptying their bladders of ***
“My **** muscles ache a lot,” Oscar said to his ****** friend Bosie.
“My ***'s a wreck too,” said Bosie, “after you belted my **** rosy.”
I swum *** backwards & back asswards in ******* Lenin's *******
oligarchical statism strewn over a vile/evil corporatocratical model,
till my **** lips shrunk & my broken neck turned into turkey wattle
“Me *** cleft is chapped raw,” Oscar cried to his *** buddy Bosie.
“Me pink ****'s red,” said Bosie, “after you spanked me *** rosy.”
Paul F. McCartney broke our crooked spines with his most favorite
*** Yoko Ono beetle winged pastime: seal hunting with land mines
I write in free-form, like Lenny Bruce who is dead. Folks need their
dogmatical & orthodoxical structures adored, like our criminal Fed.

“When?”
“How would I know?”

“When?”
“How would I know?”

“When?”
“How would I know?”

It's not in good form to shoot her legs off to lighten the rope's burden.

GAY-*** JUNKIES ON ****** are climbing down my slim ***
searchin' for ****** & rifling through my purse to steal my bus pass
Saturday night when you gave yourself to me is 1 that I'll not forget
'cause when I saw what a dog you were with your clothes off, I had
to have you inoculated against canine parvo virus by a qualified vet
Only *** junkies on ****** feel the Earth turn, spin, rotate, revolve,
wobble & gyrate as Friday's ****** deficit renders them itchily irate

A woman who chooses a lover who was born the same day as her has a fraternal-twin complex. And, of course, a woman who chooses a lover who looks like her garbage man has a  garbage man complex.

She is not automatically a candidate for sainthood. She is ignorant and ignorance exacts a toll. Surviving a train wreck isn't an act of bravery. Cancer is a measurable, easily explainable, regional, dietary disease. No one is afflicted with cancer as a turn of bad lock, for smoking cigarettes, or for having a cancer-stricken family. What makes regional? Diet. Diets are regional as they are traditional. The missing dietary factor is Amygdalin (vitamin B17).

She is not automatically a candidate for sainthood. She is ignorant and ignorance exacts a toll. Surviving a train wreck isn't an act of bravery. Cancer is a measurable, easily explainable, regional, dietary disease. No one is afflicted with cancer as a turn of bad luck, for smoking cigarettes, or for having a cancer-stricken family.

"What'cha doin' Timmy?"*

"Lookin' for birds."

*"There are no birds you stupid *******!"

(͡๏̯͡๏)
(͡๏̯͡๏)