Aubrey Beardsley flailed his old, line-drawn limbs like a spastic, ½
sustained in turbid water, like fat Oprah eating-out Satan's daughter
6 days before the next flood that will preview a flat-world slaughter
in a ditch where a **** girl of desire feigns sleep after you shot her

N.A.S.A. fakes I.S.S. space-walks from Moscow's Star City, Russia
as the strains of zero G with an absence of air-locks would crush ya
like marauders marauding into Great Fred's mall at King of Prussia

The Homosexual
I was tying my shoe when a man bent over near me.
“Let me help,” he said.
“Are you a homosexual?” I asked.
“Yes I am,” he said, “and I'm also a shoe salesman.”

The Lesbian
I said to the bus driver, “Dragging my **** up a hill for your forgiveness ain't my idea of fishing for condiments in a bank on Labor Day.”
He wouldn't acknowledge me so I grabbed a nearby lesbian. “Either forgive me or I'll make this **** pregnant!” I threatened.
“Alright for Heaven's sake! I forgive you!” He said, whereby I immediately released the ****-diver.

I need 100% access to your labially-guarded, deeply-drilled treasure
to ensure 98% pleasure with my thrill-tool-to-knock-her-up measure

Van Gogh's ear was cut off with a knife
that had been used to dice potatoes.

A MATTER OF COMPASSION - Is it safe to shower without a bikini on with an ex-lesbian? Yes, ex-lesbians are not interested in the **** bodies of luscious women in their late teens and early twenties. How can I be 100% sure that an ex-lesbian is not a lesbian anymore? There are many ways to do this that are inexpensive. Ask to see her ex-lesbian promise card (make sure the most recent month is "punched"). Can an ex-lesbian be trusted with my bank card code and extra car keys? Yes, ex-lesbians are trustworthy. My cousin is an ex-lesbian, and I don't trust her because she poaches alligator eggs and smuggles counterfeit Flintstone vitamins. I understand.

I'm itching to use your new fire extinguisher. I can certainly understand why. Why what? Why you want to use my extinguisher. We agreed that we're not going to share physical intimacies. Remember? Of course. Here's the nozzle. Is it fully loaded? Shut up! Let's **** hard like hunky truck drivers on bennies! I don't want to. Oh, come on?! No!!! Gawd! You're no fun anymore. How do you mean? We were so happy when performing incomplete autopsies on each other. Remember? I cut your heel tendons as a joke. You're such a fat pig. You didn't laugh about that either. Sure, we had good times, but my feet are 100% okay now. The summer sun melts my *** like a miracle. Look at the sheen! It's like a million cabaret stars in a pit. You are very sweet. I have always admired your writing prowess. 1 day, perhaps, we'll meet as cousins far from the glare of Alphaville. Puking on you is a long-shot. Amen...

Caren Marsh Doll, also credited as Caren Marsh, is an American former stage & screen actress and dancer specializing in modern dance and tap. She is notable as one of Judy Garland's stand-ins in The Wizard of Oz and Ziegfeld Girl. She is one of the last surviving actors from the Golden Age of Hollywood. Wikipedia
Born: 1919 (age 106 years), Hollywood, Los Angeles, CA
Children: 1
Spouse: Bill Doll (m. 1950–1979)
Parents: Lew Morris
Siblings: Dorothy Morris
Height: 5′ 1″

Diana Armfield
RA RWA MSIA
Born Diana Maxwell Armfield
11 June 1920 (age 105)
Ringwood, Hampshire, England
Education
Bedales, Innes Meo, Paule Marrot
Bournemouth Art School
Slade School of Fine Art
Central School of Art and Design, Bernard Adeney, Dora Batty
Occupation Artist

Edward Field (poet) (born 1924), American poet and author

Patricia Wright Ellis (born July 5, 1921)[1] is an American former actress and dancer, weather presenter, announcer, and commercial spokeswoman who made several film and television appearances throughout the 1950s and 1960s. She also wrote, directed and produced, and was featured in printed adverts and educational videos for which she won awards, including at the Argentine Film Festival.[2] Ellis was the leading lady in the short subject Cuckoo on a Choo Choo, opposite The Three Stooges. She was also an announcer on the late 1950s daytime television series Queen for a Day.

THE WAR FOR NIGERIA'S INDEPENDENCE - Abe Lincoln said (paraphrased from gossip I heard from a Nigerian schizophrenic with asthma): I am happy to be in ****** City to speak about the ***** War. Our people have suffered from short penises since Washington was a school boy: eating cherry trees; chopping down Lizzy Borden's mother with a hatchet. But I'm not going to bore you with that, instead I will drone on and on about slavery and **** chicks of mixed parentage, chicks with long nails and short-cropped *****, women with soft, brown ******* that bead oil and make life fun & pleasurable. Yes, my fellow men's room attendants, we must never give up nor surrender, nor eat cookies with dog turds on them.

Of course beastly Indian elephants are grey and come in quarts, but
you only come in droplets, because of your 1,096 itching **** warts

"Family of woman decapitated in Utah national park by swinging gate to get $10 million in damages" - FOX News - A federal judge ruled Monday that the U.S. will pay $10 million in damages to the family of Esther Nakajjigo after she was killed in an accident at a Utah national park in 2020.

I was walking in the woods when a grizzly bear attacked me from out of nowhere. I used my Bruce Lee training as second nature by karate chopping the bear in the shin. He died within seconds.
   I heard a woman approach of heavy build. She was a Pygmy yet unusually tall. I pulled my gun. She took no notice and sallied forth. I didn't fire a warning shot. I let her pass as I figured her business was strictly Pygmy, 100% divorced from my non-Pygmy concerns. Boy, was I ever wrong. Three weeks later my paternity test came back: I was 74% Pygmy on my mother's side & 38½ on my father's. I was 112½% pure Pygmy – no denying that!
   We are presumed innocent until proven (beyond a reasonable doubt) guilty. Public opinion (what people think) is not bound by this stricture. Cancer isn't inspirational. It's a metabolic disease.

TOUCH ME IN THE NIGHT WITH A BROOM, **** JANITOR OF MY DREAMS! Don't gloat suicidal teen of bloat. You're not the only one who thinks acting dumb's fun. Just because you're very pretty doesn't mean that people have to listen to you, even though they will because you're very pretty.

JOHN WASHED HIS **** IN A DISH WASHER TO SAVE TIME as Tammy applied make-up with a chain saw. "Hurry, or we'll be late for the dog-******* contest!" Jim yelled from the balcony as hordes of Hawaiians marched into the sea.

I LOVED YOU LIKE A MILLIONAIRE LOVES ANOTHER MILLIONAIRE but that wasn't good enough! You cheated on me with my Siamese twin sister while I had my back turned. Mistaken identity my ***! You are well aware when we're in bed watching television, I'm the woman to your immediate left.

ENGLAND AND THE ROYAL GLAND - Diana kept 2 embalmed weasels in her royal underwear drawer "just in case" and Charles did likewise. The queen was very concerned because this tradition (the weasel thing) was started during the Great War and should've ended with it but it didn't. Later, after the queen crapped-out, Charles had his glandular prostate difficulties that shocked the world. Crude drawings of the inflamed part (of his prostate gland) were made by school children. Young Tommy Walters won a trip to the Bermuda Triangle. Everybody cheered.

DON'T MESS WITH ME or I'll use my grave-digging knowledge to **** you and my karate knowledge to dig your grave!

JESUS HAS COME BACK! It's the end of the world! What will we use for toilet paper?! Sand paper! Sand paper?! It's going to be rough...

UNMEASURABLE ROMANTIC DEVOTION! I'm totally lost in a fantasy world of your eternal love. Your kisses are like soft rays of moon light illuminating my ****** in a bowling alley. Your precious smile is brighter than 34 billion candles on the bottom of Lake Erie 3 days after Halloween.

THE VERY **** BOWLING ALLEY - Donna worked at a bowling alley for nymphomaniacs. Every morning she brushed her teeth before riding a pony to work. Her lover, Frank, was also a bowling alley employee and together they ate pork sandwiches for lunch while engaging in nymphomaniacal activity on lane six. 1 day, as their boss lay dying from the fatal bite of a king cobra, Donna went into a convulsion: writhing and flopping around like a fish in the lobby. Tons of fat people gathered around her, unable to move quickly because of their hyper-adiposity. Fortunately Framk, who had recently replaced the N in his name with an M, said: "Hang in there Donna!" to encourage Donna to hang in there. 3 days after that the bowling alley burned down because a fat woman went into a convulsion while warming up a pork sandwich with a candle.

ELDERLY WOMAN seeks young buck for nymphomaniacal activities (bowling alley ***). Must be able to heat pork-sandwich meat with candles without burning down the bowling alley.

MY DENTIST has more caps than I do and yet he knows how to avoid tooth decay. Never "twist off" a tumor no matter how much fun it might be. Treat tumors like warts, with warty respect. I don't know the adjective for tumor.

ADD EAR WAX THE EASY WAY! Are your ears low on wax? Mine are. I've tried everything: elephant *****, monkey-*** mites, and still my wax-levels remain dangerously low. I could die from ear wax fever if I don't do something right away! So yesterday I contacted doctor Clem Butter-**** whose work in ear wax replenishment is known in lots of places. He suggested that I jump off the observation platform of the Empire State Building with no clothes on. I asked how that would remedy my wax-deficit, and he said it wouldn't but he'd be there to photograph the entire fall for his new book: 𝙁𝙞𝙡𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙎𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝘿𝙪𝙢𝙗 𝘾𝙪𝙣𝙩 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙉𝙤 𝙀𝙖𝙧 𝙒𝙖𝙭 𝙇𝙚𝙖𝙥 𝙤𝙛𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙀𝙢𝙥𝙞𝙧𝙚 𝙎𝙩𝙖𝙩𝙚 𝘽𝙪𝙞𝙡𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙜.

JOE BIDEN TOOK 10 TESTS PER DAY FOR 8 MONTHS TO PROVE THAT HE'S NOT SENILE (not even a little bit). Jill was there and so was Hunter, each of them witnessed how well Joe did. He answered all of the questions with ease. He's very sharp, like a spinal surgeon or a Subaru mechanic.

LAST TUESDAY I woke up and there was a big horse's head in bed with me. It was just like in that Mafia movie. I skinned it and mixed in noodles & cheese sauce. Pretty good, though not as good as mutilated monkey meat. It's a Dream Land trick! Run from the light, my skinny, blonde chick!

Nobody wanted a claw hammer from WILL JOHNSON, CLAW HAMMER SALESMAN because he was a *****. "*****, don't fret none," his loving wife whispered. "Shut up ***** or I'll **** you with a claw hammer!" Will erupted. "See?" She muttered softly. "This is why you can't sell claw hammers."

HOW I LEARNED TO SLEEP UNDERWATER TO HIDE FROM THE MAFIA! It wasn't easy at first (coming up for air twice per minute) but eventually I mastered the art of staying underwater for 45 seconds (thereby cutting my breathing-time by 12%). Now I'm safe and secure, knowing that if I ever come across a Mafia killer again I can easily escape by submerging myself completely underwater until he goes away in total frustration like the ******* that he is.

Being numb from Novocaine wouldn't have
made getting crushed by a car less painful.

THE LESS DEAD THE WETTER - The stillness of the ***** gang fascinated me, for obviously they were between public assistance hand-outs and keen to fleece a random Whitey. But either I was too clever or too stupid because after posing a crude math riddle the yellowed whites of their eyes bulged out like the comedic Negroids of olde always did when confronted by a B-movie ghost.

I CAN'T REMEBER EVER BEING SO FORGETFUL especially with regards to precious recollections like the time I guarded the king of Greece and his lovely wife Queen Helga. They were so much in love then, Helga with her soft ***** and the king with his large underpants.

HOW I LEARNED TO SLEEP UNDERWATER TO HIDE FROM THE MAFIA! It wasn't easy at first (coming up for air twice per minute) but eventually I mastered the art of staying underwater for 45 seconds (thereby cutting my breathing-time by 12%). Now I'm safe and secure, knowing that if I ever come across a Mafia killer again I can easily escape by submerging myself completely underwater until he goes away in total frustration like the ******* that he is.

HOW LIVING LIKE A MORMON SOLVED MY MEAT PROBLEM - I was swimming across Lake Huron when a helicopter crashed 500 feet away. I quickly headed in that direction and eventually saved everybody. The governor was so gay that he gave me a special award and invited me to become gay like him (an invitation I turned down flat). Six years later the entire surviving cast of 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑩𝒓𝒂𝒅𝒚 𝑩𝒖𝒏𝒄𝒉 tried to make me gay, forcing me to terminate their lives.

HOW TO ENLARGE YOUR PROSTATE EVEN IF YOU DON'T HAVE ONE! Don't eat food that looks like it came from Burger King. Date women from foreign countries (except Canada). Pick a fight with ghetto Negroes and then disarm them with secret Kung Fu moves that will leave them permanently crippled till they die.

I PRAY FOR FAVORS - There's nothing unusual about that. Good ovarian health is all part of being fertile while crawling on your stomach like a 2-legged turtle.

BIG DAN ALWAYS ENCOURAGED MIGRATORY BIRDS to build nests in his skull. 1 day, as he was beating an arrogant Burger King cook to death with a fly swatter, Jesus appeared out of nowhere. "Look out Jesus!" Big Dan warned like he was going to **** Jesus next. Jesus just stared at him. "My Dad will kick your ***!" The Lord exclaimed and He meant it. "I ain't afraid!" Big Dan shot back like he was tougher than Richard Simmons and *** Wee Herman combined to form a super ****** or something.

THE MOMENT THAT ELTON JOHN BECAME A HOMOSEXUAL seemed like a normal moment, at least the one before did. Elton was just sitting on a lawn chair doing nothing strange when a **** man bent over in front of him to pull up his socks. "Oh my!" Elton exclaimed, prompting the **** man to turn around. "Hello. My name's Julian. Are you a homosexual too?" He asked in a homosexy voice. "I am now!" Elton answered in a way that made him divorce his wife and write the song "Tiny Dancer."

CREATING A HOT WORLD OF PASSION - While I was eating a whole peanut butter & jelly-fish sandwich with my half-brother I thought about the past full year that brought me here: the parachute-folding lessons with my ex-gynecologist; the cream cheese factory fire; the alligator-bowel incident; the lottery ticket that made me the richest chick in Singapore under 33. It's been an interesting 12 months.

THE MOMENT THAT ELTON JOHN BECAME A HOMOSEXUAL seemed like a normal moment, at least the one before did. Elton was just sitting on a lawn chair doing nothing strange when a **** man bent over in front of him to pull up his socks. "Oh my!" Elton exclaimed, prompting the **** man to turn around. "Hello. My name's Julian. Are you a homosexual too?" He asked in a homosexy voice. "I am now!" Elton answered in a way that made him divorce his wife and write the song "Tiny Dancer."

BURGER KING IS THE WORST PLACE TO *****! People are there to eat slop that looks like *****, not real *****. My uncle loved Burger King because he found true love there with Peggy, a beautiful laborer whose long, silky hair had 4% fryer fat in it and whose legs were whiter than mayonnaise and whose teeth were sharper than barnacles from Japan. One Wednesday morning, as they made passionate love behind an abandoned Kmart for 12 minutes, Peggy asked cautiously: "What if Kmart suddenly comes out of bankruptcy?" My uncle smiled, showing off large upper fangs that looked like cracked sugar cubes spray-painted with varnish. "It'll never happen," he assured her because, as a Burger King-trained lover, he was willing to lie about Kmart if he had to.

SUDDENLY Nig McPeters took the wig off his dead mother's head and threw it out the bus window. The passengers were shocked because the bus was struck by lightning. "This is God's doing!" Nig exclaimed as large gerbils attacked his ****** with the ferocity and ferociousness of 23 billion clones of Richard Gere. Later on, after several years had gone by, Nig became the wealthiest man ever to exist anywhere after stealing 12 trillion winning lottery tickets. "You are blessed by God," Nig's ex-lesbian neighbor and lover said 7 months before her ****** exploded from a hand grenade hidden in the rear part of her bikini *******.

SUDDENLY Nig McPeters took the wig off his dead mother's head and threw it out the bus window. The passengers were shocked because the bus was struck by lightning. "This is God's doing!" Nig exclaimed as large gerbils attacked his ****** with the ferocity and ferociousness of 23 billion clones of Richard Gere. Later on, after several years had gone by, Nig became the wealthiest man ever to exist anywhere after stealing 12 trillion winning lottery tickets. "You are blessed by God," Nig's ex-lesbian neighbor and lover said 7 months before her ****** exploded from a hand grenade hidden in the rear part of her bikini *******.

I'm not violent. The most violent thing that I've ever done was to beat an elephant to death with a broom stick. That would be very violent. I'll not do it again unless you tell me to my precious, freckled-**** baby doll...or maybe, freckle-boobed? Please, I'm not interested in your *****! Put them back in their holster. No, no, I don't wanna tug on your thong...Back woman!!! I'm saving myself for marriage...gay marriage. I NEVER mix my private ****** with my public ******.

FIFTY-SIX FORMS OF VIOLENCE THAT COULD INJURE A LESBIAN WITHOUT HER EVER, OR EVEN, KNOWING IT: Lesbians are just like normal people who enjoy lesbianism. 1 day, while I was walking home from a lesbian get-together, I was attacked by 13 ex-lesbians armed with tranquilizer guns. When I woke up 32 hours later 1 of the ex-lesbians had assumed my identity and was raising my children and having *** with my husband "her way." Boy, was I ever ******!

“My glands are glandularly normal,” I told a farmer, who had to handle 1 farming problem before the next 1. ~ “Your normal glands make farming a piece of cake,” he said. ~ “Thanks a lot,” I answered. “My sincerity is why I'm respected by Willie Nelson somewhat.”; “Me too,” he said like a dumb *******.

A hysterectomy for your birthday...What do you want for your birthday? Do you want a  hysterectomy? I held an old, dying ****** in my arms and he whispered, “you are my friend.” He had an uncashed public assistance check in his pocket that he wanted me to have. “What about your 14 children?" I asked. He farted and died.

A guy can count, when he runs, on his biggest right-foot toe, just as
I counted on you camper-crammer Breanna, 15 little boyfriends ago
when you chirped like a meadow crow in an '05 red Dodge Shadow  
before folding 2 **** lips over in a corporate, ****-lip-folding show
for bread, dinero, gelt, mula, cash & seventy other words for dough
On the porch I was wildly horrified from this haunted-house fear as
Grandma struck me with cheer over her **** so sharp & **** so near
to my rock-hard-pronghorn projectile & manly, wedding-tackle gear
“At the bottom of the finest menu is offered wren mignon, captain”
a crew man proffered, before his wife got pimped by Peter Lawford
A million dead love-birds littered my dream-life & dream- girlfriend
after I epoxied her pate beyond the apex of the fore-crown's top end
Last month we ate turkeys from pointy beaks to wrinkly **** holes
while our wife crones were fingered like ****** Mao finger bowls
Breanna, I fear you, to be near you and to hear you when you boil a
chicken in the kitchen, when you turn on me with merciless *******'
to precipitate the most tremorous of Parkinsonian, lard-*** twitchin'
Breanna, I fear you, to hear you near you when you boil a wren like
a California chicken kitchen cook who sews ***** by hem-stitchin'
in dawning hours when plane Earth's keen on night-to-day switchin'
I wouldn't let you down like I put the window down, like I put your
mother down, or when I peeled your fish-net hose that wrap around
your creamy thighs that ruin our seedy *******/constructed lives
to make us want left states to turn right or men high up to fall down

"...We civilised men, on the other hand, do our utmost to check the process of elimination; we build asylums for the imbecile, the maimed, and the sick; we institute poor-laws; and our medical men exert their utmost skill to save the life of every one to the last moment...Thus the weak members of civilised societies propagate their kind... [Charles Darwin: The Descent of Man, 1871 ed. vol. I, p. 168]

You should always beg for pity while projecting pathetic uncertainty. Play dumb. Bathe infrequently. Puke after meals. Puke between meals. Puke and bathe and be all that you can be. Be an army of one. Bleach your hair. Join a cult. Sacrifice a Pygmy.

For General Robert E. & Captain Henry “Light Horse Harry” Lee I
whip out my Jackson to **** 17 soufflé cups of job drug-testing ***
at the base of this ancient Bell telephone-pole-straight live oak tree,
so as to remember mi hermano-alemán surely mucho older than me
who fell for Kubrick's moon hokum & G.M.'s power-train warranty
& Astrid Allwyn's once-upon-a-time-**** daughter Melinda O. Fee
and Yukio Mishima's The Sailor Who Fell from Grace with the Sea
that featured not Astrid Allwyn's younger daughter Astrid Vicki Fee

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)

LIVING UNDERWATER WITH MY UNCLE - Your uncle's a cool guy but I don't want to live underwater with him. I just saw your uncle underwater. How does he breathe? My aunt used to live in a tree house, but never underwater. How does he dry his clothes underwater? Your uncle's very handsome and I would like to be the mother of his children someday soon before I grow too old and 𝘶𝘯𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦. My neighbor's a hag who wants to live underwater with your uncle. I don't trust your uncle, even though he doesn't bother anyone and only eats fish.

THE DEAD ****** - After John found a ****** corpse in his driveway, he called the ****** hotline at 1-800-Dead-******. Minnie, the junior operator, was helpful but decided to transfer the call to Shorty, a more experienced counselor.

Jean Parker (Aug. 11, 1915 – Nov. 30, 2005) American actress

Orson Welles (May 6, 1915 – October 10, 1985)

Frank Sinatra (December 12, 1915 – May 14, 1998)

Ingrid Bergman (29 August 1915 – 29 August 1982)

David Bowie pushed us in the here & now, as neither fish nor fowl,
plowed under, Bowie was, as grey ash by a double moldboard plow

Tuck it under like you did in City Quezon,
to make it hurt like a strapped back put-on

THE ADVANTAGES OF RUNNING YOUR MOTHER ON DIESEL FUEL - Lots of women run on household electric current which is okay until there's a power outage. My mother runs on diesel fuel because diesel engines are low-maintenance as any truck driver will tell you. When I suggested to mom that I'm considering converting her from alternating current to diesel she was frightened, shocked, appalled, nervous and deranged so I drugged her with peyote. When she woke up 19 hours later, she was mellow and relaxed because by then I had already outfitted her in bowling shoes and a crash helmet. Now she's happier than a ***** in a wine cellar.

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OHIO'S LONELIEST LESBIAN walked to Burger King alone. "I want 2 lesbian burgers with extra kethcup," she ordered. "Kethcup? Don't you mean ketchup?" The flunky asked. "Whatever," the lesbian replied. Later, after her toe nail fell off, she went to bed alone without a lesbian lover. Weeks went by when finally a lesbian bumped into her at McDonald's. "Hey! Watch where you're going *****!" Ohio's loneliest lesbian yelled. "Sorry," the other lesbian said as 2 gerbils escaped from her mini skirt.

Fairy Terry Jones died for the good of all trollops because Heaven's
horrid at its north peak because sea snails freeze in an Arctic creek.
Terry Jones is dead & 1 fewer Terence is good because the world is
colder at the northern peak where no slush melts in an Arctic creek.

Allāh's Moslemical axiom Sharia...

I'll put the high drag on my brake foot for all the good that that'll do
if you'll shoot the dog that bit me, so I'll have no dog-owners to sue
as I sleep with a ***** nearby, not a lass from a whelpin'-kennel zoo
sprawled among kibble, collars & chawed-over rubber toys to chew
in configurations approximatin' a rolled-up newspaper & a flat shoe
as a pig-pen pig's **** & pig **** brews into a piggish, pig-pen brew
I become a marine: 1 of the proud, gun-crazy, baby-slaughterin' few

When I finished brain doctor surgery school I was so gay, festive &
alive, because I was ready to probe the lobes of 1 tumor patient in 5

"The Council on Foreign Relations is the American branch of a society which originated in England (R.I.I.A.) ... [and] ... believes national boundaries should be obliterated and one-world rule established."
— Dr. Carroll Quigley