She is my ****** ***** with a ***** on a logo that's a hobo who is
loco, dressed in a red rococo dress, eating tuna-fish salad at Sunoco
I was just there wherever, doin' nothing overtly skinless when I saw
this scruffy dog with a nastily-productive T.B. cough, crapping on a
bench. I sniffed him from an angle, peed on him & gaily trotted off.
No ***** bone wants ***** old as through history it has been shown
that a man wants to knock up a fair maiden, not a mother or a crone
Which end of it do you want? I want the bitter end of it because the
bitter end of it is where nothing is, when doll Barbie toys with Ken.
It is wrong to ****** men, who were in the Olympics, with hollow-
point bullets, Bowie knives, caustic ash or Eric Idle's pointed sticks
Our precious love was like a golf ball made of gum bands & plastic
& I only beat you with golf clubs 'cause you are a ******-up spastic
I announce my presence & all my fans clutch their chests in fear for
the ******* who run to ***** gynecologists for a cervical pap smear
I once realized my *** & gender, I used to know it so well, but now
when I look, with a magnifying glass at my crotch, I really can't tell

Hey, my big-trowel groove bent my memorial pig-bowel movement
This big friendship is all about giving, so give me both corneas & a
kidney or 2, as I'm in need of ****** parts friendily taken out of you
She caught my eye & I have no doubt that this nice, lovely lady is a
good scout, as my right eyeball's glass & sometimes it does pop out
& bounce about a bit but not enough to crush ******* kidney failure
for your average Brian Epstein-esque rough-tradin' Liverpool sailor
who prides himself a frothy/milk thing, 574 **** bigger than frontier
Poland's bravest Indian, Chief Brave ****, the Cherokee ****** king
told Keef & Woody that Raj India's ***** songs are not easy to sing


**"a **** nixes *** in Tulsa" Read it backwards...It's palindromical...

I'll not soon ever forget that I am to wear a shift over my slip 'cause
your hands are ****-*****-deadly with your German-****-party grip

It's Harriet Bosse as Indra's daughter
in the 1907 première of "A Dream Play."

There's no acceptable rationale to explain the deeds & misdeeds of the insane.

Treating cancer with radiation is no more effective than slaking one's thirst with cataria. Neil Armstrong and his partners-in-crime were born in the 1920's & '30's. Virtually every member of their generation has cataracts. We need viable spacecraft, not movie props, to send men on interplanetary missions.

There's no acceptable rationale to explain the deeds & misdeeds of the insane.

"A non-health-care-provided abortion" & "A woman-educated physician" & "Anti-choice extremists..." Oh boy! My God! He murdered 60,000 children, but his bigger crime was that he sure did talk funny.

A pan-****** is caught in the act.
“Where's my favorite skillet?”
“I'm having *** with it.”

Like dried mouse brains in a tuna fish casserole, I don't belong here
amongst Obama & Biden who've formed the perfect homosexy pair

it'll get thought out and I'll be through with it. I make plans that way all the time usually. Take my blood-empty heart in your hand. Walk with me through my Chinese dreamscape. There's Mao and ** Chi Minh and Zhou Enlai and Le Duc Tho! To Prince Jesus (God's Son in Heaven), I pray: What's a poor girl to do?

You give her a test tickle.

"Yes," the farmer's wife conceded, "and If that thing worked," said she while pointing at his crotch, "I wouldn't need your brother."

That's an impressive 240 terrorists per hour and 87,600 terrorists per year! If each terrorist crashed 2 planes into landmark buildings that would be 175,200 landmarks damaged or destroyed annually!

...a fat woman farts in the distance as 13 muscle-bound Haitian Negroes apply for E.B.T. cards after watching a dozen ****** with loose morals dance in underpants at a bus stop while several healthy dogs are treated for fleas & ticks at the "animal shelter" before being gassed to death.

“What'cha lookin' at?”; “What do you mean, what am I looking at?”; “Hey! Climb down off my ***! I just asked!”; “Okay. I'm looking at the floor.”; “Yeah, me too.”

“What'cha lookin' at?”; “What do you mean, what am I looking at?”; “Hey! Climb down off my ***! I just asked!”; “Okay. I'm looking at the floor.”; “Yeah, me too.”

Our ****** love will not be the subject of gossippers. Toby held his thrill-hammer while Monica applied the petroleum jelly. “That feels better Monica. I have the hot water and rags.”

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"!

made messing up the floor probable (even likely). "It can't be done," youthful cadet Jimmy Carter said a hundred years before crapping-out because he was insane. Nobody doubts that, not even people who usually would; people who eat dirt cookies in Haiti and rinse their calf muscles with white gas (also known as Coleman fuel). ******* pagans! Saying bad stuff about Jesus! They ought to be ashamed! Hanged upside down on a cross and set ablaze!

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

You toyed with my fragile emotions like a fluffy kitten chasing a green bug into the River of Emptiness where unemployed crocodiles and man-eating pastry chefs play football with Jimmy Hoffa's calcified liver that can't be softened with peroxide and vinegar.

TRACY! Are you saying that my intense lesbian love for you is 5%
insincere? Because if you are, you're 98% wrong & I mean it! Look
out! Here comes the worst **** guilt-trip ever! Where are we at? Is
our lesbian relationship real? Of course it's real. My mother's friend
Josephine Wilson was a lesbian for many years. Her lesbianism and
lack of lesbian sincerity secretly broke up the Beatles & caused lots
of trouble between ****, Bill & Keith. Yes, I read that recently and
I'm very confident in what you say. Okay then, so let's swap gallons
of post-****** vaginal ooze together with each other a lot right now!

**** JAMES BOND AND HIS YUGOSLAVIAN SLICK CHICK
After I quit hemorrhaging like a bleeder, I will be saving money for
a few days without stopping. I'll buy a dog collar & a large piece of
salmon & save 13 dollars. Tomorrow I'll save fifty-five thousand or
more on a sail boat! It is going to be a touchy-feely Christmas when
I ***** Santa Claus in five ways that make him feel uncomfortable,
I'm sure, more sure than a tractor mechanic with horrible gonorrhea
who lives life on the edge like James Bond when he's having *** or
jumping out of a fast helicopter with a slick chick from Yugoslavia!

“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.

Klareesha tugged on DeTyrone's meat ******* playfully as he rapped about racism. He was a ***** with strong ties to North American slavery and he hated it so much that one day, in the ghetto where he lived with his homies, he capped a *****. Later, in jail, he found out the hard way that his E.B.T. card meant nothing.

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."

The government: a baby is a baby sometimes. A man is a woman and a woman is a man or both or neither or today but not tomorrow...or at the same time which is simultaneously and concurrently in an indirectly direct way or vicky-verky.