cracks easier than a foot bone when a helmet slips around your throat, squeezing off clean oxygen till you crap out. I saw it happen to Evel Knievel when he wrecked into a parked bus under a ramp before he died.

“Please listen to my new romantic ballad: 'I Hate Everybody'!”
   “ ...'I Hate Everybody'? That doesn't sound romantic!”
   “It is the way I sing it.”
   “But how?”
   “I sing it softly without emphasizing the word hate.”
   “Yes, that would be the way to do it, I s'pose.”
   “It works best for everybody. Hate is such a
negative emotion. It destroys one from the core.”
   “Surely. Your beautiful ballad: 'I Hate Everybody,' will do
much I pray to heal those who have known and lost love.”
   “...'Shut Up or I'll Give You the Jeffrey Dahmer Treatment!'”
   “What?!”
   “That's my new song. It speaks to today's suicidal youth.”
“Thank God Jack Cousteau & plain Jane monkey **** Goodall have supported and worked for P.B.S.; W.H.O. & the U.N. These or-ganizations unabashedly support world govt., forced infanticide/ aborticide/sterilization, green zones, and depopulation.”
   “Don't forget F.E.M.A.!”
   “Hippies lead richly-mystical lives.”
   “The rise in autism is easily traced back to the rise in
the number of serums administered to our  newborns.”
   “This slippage in bra & girdle ensembles reflects poorly upon the ways of the Tao. I smite the enemies of international banking till they capitulate. No one can be taught who fights against learning.”
   “We must distinguish betwixt the poor & the gentry: the poor: hoard; the rich: stockpile. Let us remain steadfast and resolute; kind and caring. Our stems wilt, our leaves curl, our women struggle against  Lycra.”
   “God Bless you Abraham & Abbey Lincoln. Long live my bald patch. God, end diffusion & penury & restore calibration. Amen.”

A ballooned moon made Pat rashy with zona ****** zoster shingles
after filming sea-sick Tom ***** on the promontory that is ******'s
where-from Tom's homosexual sluiceway got gay, jail-house tingles
in anticipation of evil Madison Avenue's ****-marrying-**** jingles
that yellow-mark spines where, with plasma, pus-like fluid mingles
to swell the endemic ranks of central Chicago's law-abiding singles

A rent is what it is: a tear, a schism. Who can strike hotter than lightning? Who can stir faster than an electric mixer? Who can displace water without getting wet? Shadows are cast upon walls & trees, yet nobody's more cohesive in their appointed *******. A hole forms above my eye, a portal of enlightenment or a boil. A dangerous rupture threatens bending over to retrieve car keys --- there will be no ice cream cones for anybody now.
   “Would a dead photo of my cat be any
help? I have 6 angles: repose, face up.”
   A cat dead is no use to the live-cat community. They are
live wires: no ball of yarn's sacred. It's Newton's Laws of
Heavenly Bodies, the **** Test {for scarlet fever susceptibility}
& scads of things that keep dead cats thusly.
  Into the salt-sea I bury the remains in large sprinkle: sandy bottom, sand-paper & silica, foam & detergents, the oil what cuts the surface --- the depths of volcanic breaks with sherds of crusty parts. Chicken combs choke the weary, froggy warts & cloven hooves clog craws. John Rockefeller, junior, sleeps with girls. My mind's fettered, culling accusations, massing a cleric's defense.

Hello. Would you like to go biking with me? No I can't because I'm a homosexual. But homosexuals can do lots of things: climb onto balconies; eat cottage cheese from German helmets; pull spunky gerbils from their butts. Yes I know but I'm afraid of what my neighbors will say. Don't worry about them because I put homosexual-transformation medication in their water that will make them become homosexuals very quickly.

✂ English is good if that's all you got. Urinating is tough when your prostate is gigantical, titanical & other words meaning huge.

The rewarding plea of gold-digging Western wives is: “Abuse me!”
as a predominant patriarchal mindset remains: accuse he/praise she
Those witnessed against Saddam Hussein joined in spastic perjury
as they were promised discounted *** and *** lifting plastic surgery
I yielded the ***** floor to a broad whose *** was large yet slender
with a heart brimming with the compassion of a low-interest lender
She was disciplined and resigned not unlike a diseased dead-ender
as her taste in clap-trap included virulent doses of Freddy F. Fender

What do you want for your birthday? Do you want a  hysterectomy?

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 a public assistance check in his pocket that he wanted me to have. “What about your 14 children?” I asked. He farted and died.

"...They started vaccinating and within four months had an outbreak of over 350 cases of polio." -- Viera Schiebner Ph.D. citing stats from Pediatric Infectious Disease Journal, 1991 concerning polio vaccine campaign in several South American countries

No H.I.V. virus has ever been proven to exist.... A.I.D.S. is not a new disease, but a collection of old diseases renamed, and that the real threat to the public's health are the worthless H.I.V. tests and toxic H.I.V./A.I.D.S. drugs. (1992 first ed.) Vaccines Are Dangerous: A Warning to the Black Community by Curtis Cost

Natural Health Website:
Dr. Maurice Hilleman made astounding revelations in an interview that was cut from The Health Century -- the admission that Merck drug company vaccines had been injecting dangerous viruses into people worldwide. Bear in mind that Dr. Hilleman was the developer of Merck's vaccine program. He developed over three dozen vaccines, more than any other scientist in history. He was a member of the U.S. National Academy of Science, the Institute of Medicine, the American Academy of Arts and Sciences, and the American Philosophical Society. He received a special lifetime achievement award from the World Health Organization. Hilleman was one of the early vaccine pioneers to warn about the possibility that simian viruses might contaminate vaccines.

Robert Plant, the plagiarist plagiarizes onward & upward.
Beware song-writers: he'll be looking to steal from you!

PEPSI IS FLAVORED WITH THE KIDNEY CELLS OF ABORTED BABIES : In 2010 Children of God for Life broke the news about Pepsi's alliance with Senomyx, which led to a worldwide boycott of Pepsi products. Pepsi had many other options at its disposal to produce flavor chemicals, which is what its competitors do, but had instead chose to continue using aborted fetal cells -- or as Senomyx put it, "isolated human taste receptors."

Till the moment she flat-lined she supported Rockefeller's boy Barry Soetoro (Obama) who has killed 1,000's of Arab mothers & their children by drone aircraft attacks. Find someone less blood-lusting than "Maya Angelou" to drool over.

*☒ ☒ ☒ “I am in full agreement [with terror bombing]. I am all for the bombing of working class areas in German cities. I am a Cromwellian. I believe in slaying in the name of the Lord!” — Archibald Sinclair, Secretary for Air


A world devoid of homosexuals would not know the gaiety of picnics, plaid shirts & polka-dotted ******. A homosexy-free world have no use for shin implants, flower children, the Bee Gees, John Travolta & 4 secret hand shakes of the U.A.W.


Before rehabilitation: homosexuals must be taught how to read. Let us support group efforts & group support efforts to win the war against homosexual illiterates and the illiteracy they champion!

Maya Angelou wrote of being a *******, a ******* madam, a communist and a lesbian. She hustled for racist/State eugenicist Margaret ******'s Planned Parenthood. Margaret ****** referred to negroes as human weeds. Planned Parenthood kills 1,400 unborn negroes daily. Maya Angelou supported the South African husband/wife terrorist team of Nelson & Winnie Mandela.

WEB: Adam Clayton Powell, Jr. was willing to act independently; in 1956, he broke party ranks and supported President Dwight D. Eisenhower for re-election, saying the civil rights plank in the Democratic Party platform was too weak. In 1958, he survived a determined effort by the Tammany Hall Democratic Party machine in New York to oust him in the primary election. In 1960, Powell, hearing of planned civil rights marches at the Democratic Convention, which could embarrass the party or candidate, threatened to accuse Rev. Martin Luther King, Jr. of having a homosexual relationship with the activist Bayard Rustin unless the marches were canceled. King agreed to cancel the planned events, and Rustin resigned from the Southern Christian Leadership Conference.

Fire men who poke me with fire hydrants are shamefully shameless
because I see the fire men poking me as bein' shamelessly shameful

Painting your metal roof. Use paint. Don't just spit or *** or puke on the roof and say “All done.” Saturating your metal roof with ****** fluids is no substitute for paint.

5 bullets into John Lennon = big curtailment of public appearances,
hand-holding, bun-baking, Greek shipping-magnate disappearances

I saw a film today, oh goy, Jesus Christ had just
won the war, all by Himself, without Dad's help...

A little girl eats a muffin while her father gets a haircut.
“You're going to get hair on your muffin,” the barber warns.
“No **** you *******,” she replies, “and someday I'm going to get ******* too.”

I can't stop remembering when you were taller than most women, 3 years before you became a ***** on ****** pills. Now look at you! It takes a microscope to find you! I'm leaving and I'm never coming back unless I do so accidentally because of emphysema or **** warts.

"But trouble started with the inordinate boasting of heroes' wives who taunted their less fortunate sisters with particularly nasty remarks such as: 'Chicks and chickies, that's what you are'...The situation was not improved by mortified rejects who roamed the night, serenading heroes' wives with suggestive reflections on empty beds and the like...which led to immediate acts of reprisal, the heroes' wives arming themselves with their late husbands' weapons and assaulting their detractors in public." Fr. "A Far-Out Book: The Hero Maker"(1959) by Akbar del Piombo

Wood pallet underpants & brassieres are made from discarded oak wood pallets. These undergarments are sturdy and treated with fire retardants. You'll feel a mother's love when you ******* an oak pallet bra. They lift and they separate each **** to keep them even.

Jim Backus (Feb. 25, 1913 – July 3, 1989)
Natalie Schafer (Nov. 5, 1900 – Apr. 10, 1991)
Bob Denver (Jan. 9, 1935 – Sept. 2, 2005)
Russell Johnson (Nov. 10, 1924 – Jan. 16, 2014)

"We have these two different understandings of human sexuality: the hedonistic, self-indulgent understanding, the self-interested one; and the one that has procreation at its heart, and that is characterized by the need to acknowledge responsibility and obligation. And just so no one will miss the point: the reason that homosexuality epitomizes the [first] one is that homosexuals are not haunted by the prospect or possibility of procreation — because they're simply not capable of it. I think this is pretty obvious, isn't it? And it was understood in human society at one point that if you're not capable of procreation, marriage doesn't have anything to do with you, because marriage is about procreation." -- Alan Keyes

is scary & disorienting. One minute you're at home eating a banana (and loving it), and the next minute you're on the phone speaking with someone from a bordering state.

One minute you're at home eating a banana (and loving it), and the next minute you're on the phone speaking with someone from a bordering state.

One minute you're at home eating a banana (and loving it), and the next minute you're on the phone speaking with someone from a bordering state.

One minute you're at home eating a banana (and loving it), and the next minute you're on the phone speaking with someone from a bordering state.

You pump my pumped ***** lovingly with your pumpin' love stick
in our ripped Coleman tent when the thickset air is so thickly thick,
before I shave my furriest under-parts with your razor-sharp Schick,
in the days when I traded baths for a hollow promise & a moist lick

Let me explain. It's an accepted fact that 3 out of 4 bowel movements are superfluous, meaning: they are just not needed. A person can strengthen (monolithically) his **** sphincter by T.B.C. (total bowel control). For now on I will abbreviate total bowel control with T.B.C. No ****, I'll really do it and also: I'm not ******* you! It's Tuesday (a new day) and a day for the inescapable, pain-in-the- ***, diurnal, daily scheduled bowel movement! You may be saying: “Good God must I?” The answer (and remember: I'm not feeding you a load of ****!) is NO! People proficient in algebra **** on a 48-hour time table, and for trigonometry students it's not even that! Can you believe it? Or better: Can you relieve it? Next time I'll tell you how to ***** on target every time and how to urinate into beer bottles while you're cruising down the highway algebraically fast.

Let me explain. It's an accepted fact that 3 out of 4 bowel movements are superfluous, meaning: they are just not needed. A person can strengthen (monolithically) his **** sphincter by T.B.C. (total bowel control). For now on I will abbreviate total bowel control with T.B.C. No ****, I'll really do it and also: I'm not ******* you! It's Tuesday (a new day) and a day for the inescapable, pain-in-the ***, diurnal, daily scheduled bowel movement! You may be saying: “Good God must I?” The answer (and remember: I'm not feeding you load of ****!) is NO! People proficient in algebra **** on a 48-hour time table, and for trigonometry students it's not even that! Can you believe it? Or better: Can you relieve it? Next time I'll tell you how to ***** on target every time and how to urinate into beer bottles while you're cruising down the highway algebraically fast.

THE DAY I NEARLY DIED FROM A MONKEY-BITE - I was petting my monkey lovingly like I always do when a hurricane hit suddenly. Wisely, I pushed him away but not quickly enough. Out of total simian fear he bit me on the ankle so I killed him and sold his carcass to local monkey butchers.

ONE DAY it became obvious (even apparent) to me that I MUST hypnotize my **** neighbor to make her into my obedient love-slave. Hey neighbor! Hey! Come here and see my new hypnotizing kit from Kmart. Kmart? Didn't they go belly up? Yeah, but I got it just before they did. Oh. Now, look deeply into my eyes. Hey, wait a minute! Are you going to make me your love-slave through hypnosis? Yes. Okay.

“You're going to get hair on your muffin,” the barber warned.

“No **** you *******,” she replied, “and
someday I'm going to get ******* too.”

Paradise is between Allāh & his sword, cold reality bores the bored
Heaven is betwixt Allāh & the sword, stark realism bores the bored
Heaven flies betwixt Allāh & a sword, low living floors the floored
Valhalla fails 'tween Allāh & a sword, scary songs floor the floored
Paradise is with Allāh & his sword, neo-reality ****** men ******
Paradise lives with Allāh & a holy sword, skanks trick men ******

There must be a grimy, non-theatrically saucy way to gratify, for 55 minutes, a woman sexually like Béla Lugosi did when he was alive working as a working worker bee in a working worker bee bee hive

Losing my only Siamese twin was bad because our gay mail man is
weird & dumb & plays a bad-*** harmonica through his spotty ***

Not even big Elton John can answer gynecological questions with a straight face when a cop is spraying into his 2 eyes tear gas & mace
while singing 94 songs niggardly with malice & no humbling grace
in front of disaffected clerics prone to denounce a ***-wedlock case
that alludes to ****** ***** undulating unholstered under frilly lace
I enthusiastically applaud your fanciful ball gowns, your high-brow
way of speaking, your youthful exuberance & your immature age &
I was sad until you said hello to set off my 9 o'clock homicidal rage
Let's selflessly sing of canned lima beans like would singer Gordon Lightfoot, like 216 canned lima bean hoarders hoardin' right should

At 106 artiste Tyrus Wong croaked forever, 'cause the ***** weren't
too overly clever. He'd occasionally puke on putrefied catfish heads
just like a Củ Chi Tunnel hiding, Uncle ** fearin,' Viet Cong ****.
Your beautiful eyebrows drawn-on make my **** quiver like the ice
& wet snow on my **** makes the hole of whole **** shakily shiver
& wet snow on my **** makes the whole of **** hole shakily shiver
& **** sleet on my **** makes the whole of **** rim hazily deliver
& the dam sleet on a **** makes 10 whole **** clam quakily deliver
"Here's to the best of times, George Washington!" retorted the slave
teen who was bigger, as Martha mounted their blackest buck ******
"Here's to the best time ever, John Adams!" bemoaned house slaves
with boy jitters who took it bigger from their tar baby's buck ******
In total darkness I felt the quiverin' of your huge, stationary lard ***
followed by the prison cussin' of a prisoner's probationary hard sass
that upholds the right, of close-shaven-Brazilian-bikini-clad bathing
chicks 'neath sheets on the beach, to a handy 4 vinegar-strokes each

I'll just quit, give up, resign or abdicate on chicks too dumb to learn
that milk cream dumped off cliffs ain't like cream in a butter churn.
Don't pour battery acid over my corn flakes please! I know that you
love me despite my house full of fleas & many bounced-check fees.
If I had a million-dollar yacht I just know that fellow million-dollar yachtsmen would have more respect for me whilst I am temporarily
living for free, behind a Walmart dumpster near a dead walnut tree.