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in the center of the moon in
pediatric Russia, without a doubt. |
The dream of publishing
the Christian body ended
up executing the game as freedom
in the use of memory, the healers
of friends and the problems
of Google in New York.
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the Americans have arbiters
and public glass directors
at the Kelsey Museum in Mexico;
For example, William M. Dolci,
an honor guard with very sacred
security mechanisms. Meet
the doctors, including the harlot's
radio, which is given to you to rent
to all your lovers, to the pots,
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of prostitutes like a wall trapped
in July, and in the shadow of solid
is; Italy has solidified to break
the sciences of climbing; law;
religion; radio, and national parks
in Europe; the world of games
and Thematics ...

Jurisdiction as an example
to the consummation of the death
of the grace of which I absolve you,
because it has been a leap. Ikai Jindo's
secret missions for the great prophets
of money movements, Bob Gough's
clear Philbin Indian committed suicide.
Smyrna losens up, hurrying Brown
health. In making social targets ...

Behold, the mirror of the harlots
and the bow of the same poet.
The jack-table-N-child bar. The
knowledge of the safe is a rich floor
for the celebration in heaven waiting
for the Greeks to openly speak ...

To enjoy the most fun in the world
of light is the life of a black music,
light, even with women and the
noise of the citadel itself of the city
of Alba, or the colors of the tribes
of the north, he sees himself in it
to meet another; his mother took him
in the night and one day in the office
of the harlot. They get together.

When I was a kid, comic books cost 10 cents
{I know}... so shelling out $20 at the mall is
like reading 200 comic books & then some...
Makes sense a ten-year-old would pay 10 cents;
at that rate I won't get laid again until I'm 100.

Three days after the state of the water.
American men and women, England;
Let's go European blue color.
In Russia, Italy and the German cities,
Area and south || First period;
Bleeding but if the power
From the administration to this end.
Or a Sanyasi. Three dogs born in the water,
Italian and American girl.
This is old English. Europe is a blue man;
Italian painting in the Greek Russian state.
And the center of the German state.
First blood on the south side.
For the saints, the Maharashtra of ICA.

Three Americans die after the water.
American men and girls, an old Englishman.
Coming? Europe for the blue person
Body color, Russia, Italy, Greece,
German, and in the center of the city,
And the southern neighborhood ||
The blood was terminal for the first time;
of Si is a potential power or a monk.
Dogs of George of Italy; Three deaths
by water between two American men
and one American girl, the old English
come really blue Europe by the color
of the human body Russia, Italy, The Greek,
the German state and the center. From
the south is the first part of the blood
of the super powers of the monk ACI,
possibly the Italian Dogs of George.

Three Americans die after the water.
American men and girls, an old Englishman.
Coming? Europe for the blue person
Body color, Russia, Italy, Greece,
German, and in the middle of the city,
And the southern neighborhood ||
was terminal for the first time the blood
of If it is a potential power or a monk.
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among American men & an American girl,
old English come; Really blue Europe
for the human Body color Russia, Italy,
the Greek; the German state and the center
of the south is the first part of the blood
of the superpowers of ACI monk, possibly
George's Italian dogs

Sharma was a Desi cartoonist
whose magnum opus was a
graphic novel about a Desi
cartoonist; her bf asking why
he wasn't it in, she said she
was saving him for the sequel.
When they broke up, he killed
himself & she was off the hook.

Jesus dreams of the knowledge ||
of another friend of the ancient
sites Arabic Rise of Science.
Wind radio sacred, blessed, read
the children's family of athletes
in Europe and problems with hell
and modern football, an affiliate
of the robot aroused the words ||
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and the biting cold has prominence
with pink roses' Price: from Bob's
big plastic ******* from the wall
of food writing to the top table ||
of morning studies; the decline
of the India star Alpha.

Drinking Irish hidden problems
with three nometšanu trees that
kiss the Japanese acid Poet shows,
the real spaces Goddess ruined
index consists of hot pool,
gay women, women perabunde
shows that ******* is wrong,
& tends to promote a common
garden, a lot of acne and a tongue
full of weapons.

In the poem Anthropono-
I used a metaphor incorrectly
by making a vague comparison
between skinheads & Cro-mags
when talking about Neanderthals;
not that actual Cro-mags were
all that brilliant. They could
count. Neanderthals only had
to count to 1. ||

The computer can easily remember
the Asian shock when he calls in
the village RE: Mary security of
every forest Chinese Museum brain
think about the flight of Jewish
books; thinking about sweet crystals
finger health song city, costume,
natural wild days, gods, street roads.

The ability of the intellectual
is to surpass the talents and creative
productivity, the quality of one's
own university or any lessons
in this respect, usually as this
has emerged from new knowledge
in the field. Although scientists
have many other sciences in the
course of the lesson of history,
it has undone them but there
is one thing that is so many heads
with the high areas in the wind.
Female black list condition
is a good lifestyle; world female
star music. Red field the big mother
of a child is a girl the night Moms
break in the green African New boy.

The suggestion that Neanderthals died off
due to rampant homosexuality among them
is borne out by the first known prehistoric
uses for placing flowers on graves & dancing
while waving long sharp objects at one
another, often in skirt & brassier like attire.

A notable absence of *******
from so-called 'primitive' cave man
also posits dubious social priorities.

Higher civilization have a marked
increase in the graphic depiction of
childbirth, from pagan times to now;

Women are the single essential symbol
& goal for a procreating society;
ergo, Neanderthals being a gang of hairy
smelly dudes that have to **** to survive,
would over their brief but flourishing life
live to the fullest! With the primal fauna
of a fresh earth & sky beneath their feet,
so attracted to the brilliant colors & soft
scented forms they pluck these & eat them,
growing ******, ***** & hungry...

While this is going on the hairy
women are getting knocked up
by the skinheads over the ridge.

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Tubs to Boost THOMAS's
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Rolls Moon to Ground Year's
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magnificent beauty ****** school
in the morning and poet father
in the dream in the north must
discard ***.

blind infant crying, having compassion for it,
mouth, deep sleep with it, so not hard : that is,
evil from England, their *** openly, just soul's
autumn Baloo deep from the sea running
and sand grain temple, one of which is good
news for thought mountain and clearly sensual,
it reaches madness. These sunglasses
is the summer in eastern Africa, and bitter
prey-frost, he has predictions about adding
Pisces' pink roses Price: from Bob's great
mother plastic from the dining room Western wall,
wrote about top table morning harassment
reducing India's Star Alpha marathon Ireland's
hidden problem dropping trees that points to kisses;
tree Kisses Japanese acid goddess true index
of damaged bedrooms,
warm parts poet featured constant headlines,
k aces, gay women pictures ******* is wrong,
tend to promote a common garden.
Suppose a certain fat flat vacation card to allow children to ride away
from the police to smoke Aliminium
in home countries waiting to ease the saint in search of others,
sitting on the ground refugee;                      Marcus leaves the Bar
Astrela knows the place; John Vorte places weapons;
Glory animal symbols idea; Brush Taking Coloring Coloring
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Q: What did the prophet say to the time-traveler?
A: Who's there?

The original clones lived half
as long & aged twice as fast;
future clones will go out, party
& do all kinds of crazy, bizarre
****, then come home to tell
you what a great time you had,
then whither like an expired
edition, over & over...

English virgins; "Vampire", "Hospital",
"This is the deepest corner of the Lord."
Eugene Albinis Albania Three
Americans look at their eyes fairly fast
Young girls English, Black, Black,
Blue, In the snow, Thomas & weapons,
Many Turks, Yellow Germans
In the child. Tragic Global Restaurant -
Two Chinese Italians are dogs
Saudi Arabia's Gondola Jan Pax,
But Apple Rx Green Gray, Eggs
in the fridge, with other local
standards, In the Lodz-Mosul words,
young and old Oil, Health, Mexican
and Chinese Teams, Lilian Hill.
He does not care and does not help
your parents' windows and silver
soccer players, & the gyroscope.

The rain and the western path
of Plastikwä took Glory when
past angels heard about the
Foundation; the rectangles,
the stars over Ireland and India,
the testimony of Einstein's
teeth; the fear of sweet sugar.
Beauty can be presented below
for many years.

But the problem is that John
Locke simply changed the
old Arabs to take the small
mountains and stones from
the smallest ones using computers

Once again, thwarted by the raging
Green Gorgon Queen, the Evil Absolute
had no recourse but to turn ever darker;
to retreat into the bowels of the Kave,
where the unholy alliance of the mystical
Ku Klux **** was formed in deepest
shadows; unseen white men plotting
their own & eventually everyone else's
destruction; bent on blind hatred &
meaningless, stupid revenge that only
brought uncomfortable & unsettling
laughter in polite company... but in secret,
they were sure, every decent white person
felt exactly as they did, even as before their
eyes the exhaustless wisdom of legendary
ones & the rapid speed of the machine-age
made the **** seem quaint & out-of-dated
even in their own minds, too embarrassed
to admit the horrible truth, that would have
sent Socrates & Aristotle into howling
paroxysms... sad to see stupidity wasted
on one so ugly; the Moderns had invented
the Neanderthal Ideal to compensate for
the pathetic reality of actually beating
one another over the heads... It was here,
in never seen recesses that the Absolute
summoned his latest dark immoral dread...
The Laugher!!!

Her foes vanquished for the time being,
Medusa thought to take in a show.
Staying in the town knowing Sherman's
fiery advance was yet to dawn on the gimlet-eyed
Rebels. She was ahead of her time
& looking back all the while. The show
was a melodramatic comedy of the type popular
in the pre-gilded era of dusky frontiers
& nascent city lights. The war just revving up,
before she could get back to ****** who as yet
had no fortelling of his own fate at that
ripe young age. Putting the Cowboy of the Future
out of mind & pinning a willowy white brim
in the teeth of Akasha & a few of the others,
as they all wrapped comfortably coiled beneath
the voluminous Chapeau.

Hoping there would plenty of high-stepping
chorines, Medusa prepared to be duly entertained.
Only to be crushed when the show appeared for all
of her high hopes to be a rather staid drawing room
drama of the modern variety; with realistic dialogue
and grave social concerns. It was the last thing she
needed, bu as she was walking out, one earnest
Victorian thespian while dragging her train across
the rickety boards, caught the material on a wayward
nail, which proved stubborn enough to tear
the half-knitted stage rag & unstrung corset
completely off the actress' back...

The first part of the Laugher's devious scheme
laid, instead, the staid audience rose to its feet
& burst into applause, appreciating the forward-
thinking playwright's daring; a completely
unexpected turn, as the brocaded velvet curtain
fell & house lanterns were lit... Medusa had had
her back to the stage the whole time peering
ahead toward the dark egress... Off to the side
unseen & all but unnoticed, the Absolute,
in his true identity of Horace Horatio Whoreson II,
who's progeny would likewise bear upon
the Gorgon's destiny years hence...

As the audience reached the smoking chamber,
slowly reflecting upon their most immediate
impressions & once catching themselves
giggling a bit, tittering spreading throughout
the room until one by one, every man,
woman, maiden & suitor dropped dead
from convulsive choking laughter...

In the hansom cab Medusa thought she
should've gotten her money back for the
ticket, peering at the punched slip, making
note to avoid the New Realism from here on.

Backstage at the theater the actors were aghast
that the audience did not return for the second
act, thinking their careers doomed... but a stage
hand rushing in from the lobby gravely informed
that the entire company in attendance had all
died of from a deadly leak in the gas sconces.

Since the tragedy could not ave been avoided at
any cost, it was attributed to an Act of God &
the actors were relieved of their guilt... their souls
spared; the young actress, however, was never to
quite recover; having witnessed her shame in front
of the stunned then mesmerized crowd of genteel
upstanding citizens & townsfolk who all had
in every likelihood had never seen a denuded young
maiden scamper away in heavy boots after freezing
in disbelief, giving a prolonged view of choice
Southern womanhood to the full house, the orchestra
striking up a delayed tattoo...

Cheeks blushing like bright American Beauties,
the otherwise pale actress greeted the mysterious
courtier with the distinctly foreign accent;

Claiming to be nobility...
he informs the girl that he is a doctor, of sorts,
& proceeded to 'examine' her in the hope that
she had not been injured when forcibly disrobed
with such incautious suddeness...

finding his clammy fingers crawling the girl's
spine & reaching for her ribs, she recoils with
uncontrollable snickering; "I'm ticklish!" she cried.

The hellish black eyes ablaze, the oily perfumed
phantom dashes from her quarters as if struck
by the very lightning of genius!!

If he could merely get the wicked Queen
in the nearest proximity to a feather, he'd
have her at his mercy!!

Disguised as a traveling feather salesman,
the villain enters the gaudily appointed lobby
of the town's main hotel in search of clients
for his dubious wares; "You wouldn't know
of a young madame who might be in mind
to purchase such fine Old World Ostrich!!"
he boasted to the unimpressed help, coming
upon the bored desk-man; "I say, my man,
would there a female presence about that
would love the silken licks of a fine plume?"
"I be needin' a new quill pen," croaked the
roused clerk, "You be having one a'them now?"

Taken by the abrupt request, the quandried
no-gooder is forced to fish through his bag
of props all of which served no purpose but
to provoke derisive laughter; mangled stems
losing their mottled bloom as the dusty
shafts molted in a furious flap of loose spines.

"I say, old man, I've been wearing this top
since Boston," said one gruff old man, doffing
his pate, "You wouldn't have the single red tail
feather of an Eastern Blue Breasted Whip-poor-will
or perhaps jut any old common Goatsucker there
in that bag?"

Having nothing of the sort, the flustered
peddler hurried packing up his flying feathers
rushed out of the lobby back to the street where
a passing crow happened to spot a premium
target for a leisurely midair release....

the gob as big as an egg felt good coming
out too, as it splashed across the bewildered crown...
dripping past spectacles & that with an
inopportune snort lodged in the sinuses...

Momentarily Medusa came down to
the desk & inquired about any messages,
complimenting the clerk on his fluttering
new pen. "Feller was jes' in here givin'
'em away! He had a bunch!"

Having just fed her hair, she
felt there was no need to spoil it...

Being the **** of laughter rather than deliberately causing any,
the archfiend skulked back to his dark lair to write better jokes.

Thinking perhaps the lady in question
preferred more savory fare, & enlisting
his willing Trilby, the young actress
of his recent acquaintance, to approach
said well-heeled lady in the guise of traveling
corset sales-lady; bedecked in leather
high-boys & tightly cinched silk garter,
a waist all of 19" & a face
glowing red atop a head about to burst...  
in High-heeled hob-nail
boots, the dainty young thing sauntered
up to the hotel desk. Captivating at first blush,
the normally near-sighted clerk straightened
his bow-tie. "Can I help you, Miss?"
"Uh, yes. My name is Miss somethinorother,
I'm a..."
"I didn't get that name, was that something?"
"Or other."
"Miss Other,"
"No Miss something."
"What? I missed something."
"My name.
"What was it?"
"What?"
"You say something?"
"My name!"
"What was it?"
"Something, I... oh, never mind!"
"Okay, Miss Nevermind,
what can I do for you?"
"Can you give me a room
with a hot bath?"
"I can give you the room
but you'll have to take the bath yourself..."
"I see you have a new telephone."
"You don't have to look at it, you listen to it."

Medusa, descending the Hotel stairs,
sniffed out the aroma of tanned meat.

"Any messages for me?"
"Telegram."
"Can I have a look at it?"
"Oh, you don't look at it!
You listen to it!" piped up
the corseted pipsqueak...

"And you are?" quote Medusa.
"Something!"
"That you are...what have you
in your leather case?" asked the
curious queen mischievously.
"Oh! Leather," the girl cried,
back in character. "I sell leather!
Would you like to see the new
French fashion line?"
"Why don't we go up to my boudoir?"
offered the mistress at last, then
curtly but politely,
"Amos, send a bottle of twenty year
old bourbon up to my room in twenty
minutes. It's waited this long."
"Will do, Miss M..."
"That's Captain."
"Captain?" gushed the frail female,
"You must be important!"
"I'll tell you all about it upstairs,"
offered the frilly arm of the regal
guest, leading the lamb-like girl
to unknown & unguessed pleasures...

Th plot of course was to get the
Blue hero festooned in some
strappy leather contraption before
moving onto tickle-play, at which
point...

But the girl was already giggly as Medusa stroked
the fuzzy cheek & led her further into her sanctum...
It was Medusa now with one thing on her mind, part
of the deal she'd struck with the Union was that she'd
be responsible for her own *****, which she now felt
firmly within her grasp... the girl sighed, her mind
drifting to the somber performance the night before,
before the single capricious nailed removed her garment
to sudden applause once the curtain had gone down...

She had encountered the strange foreigner
in her dressing room but now under the bewitching
gaze of the fabled primeval beauty, the little lady
had no choice but to wee a bit.

"Oh, I'm wet," she cried weakly as the door sounded.
"That must be the whisky. Now we'll really get wet."

But the clerk had been tipped an honest fin
to allow the odd creature to bring the *****
up to the door of the lady's boudoir suite...

"Let's get you out of these things.
They must be uncomfortable,"
suggested the queen flipping the girl
over on her ample chest &
shifting the shifting petticoats until
arriving at the girl's leather
pantaloons. "You come prepared."
"I sell leather!" the girl cry muffled
by settee pillows. "And you model
it too? Now that's service,
but it must be hot..."

Standing outside holding a seltzer bottle,
the fiend was set to strike, but when the
door flung open, a ***** soaked set of
rawhide Lederhosen slapped him in the
face...the bottle snatched from his fingers
& the door slammed.

Taking a swig, the door flung open again,
this time the bottle crashing down over his head.
"That's not bourbon! Where's Amos, you clod?
You must be new... go and try again!
and if you come back here with water,
I'll drown you with it!" The door slamming
again, feminine titters rising gleefully,
listening outside for the sounds of laughter
proving futile after a few hours, with only
endless cries of "O, Captain! My Captain!"
bellowing from the mistress' suites.

With no one left to do his dastardly
***** work, the Absolute is at last forced
to take matters in his own hands... but not
entirely... of his scant loyal followers
remain Moonshine former sidekick to the
electrically incinerated White Lightnin';

& the traitorous Indian couple Running Bear
the cowardly brave, & the ditzy White Dove
whose true allegiance she knew not where;
kidnapped as a child from her settler parents
who were themselves scalped & worn as
fashionable accessories, all White Dove
knew was the life of a Plains Indian squaw...

Feeling at odds with her Native upbringing
White Dove has no recourse but to Kave of
the ****, where the Absolute sits staring at
French daguerreotypes by candlelight...

Seeing the shimmer white girl in her Native
attire of next-to-nothing standing just beyond
the light, a pale silhouette in the faint flicker.

"Yes?" called the wary man, not at all
embarrassed by his discovery. He had been
here for some time, having gone through
many candles... the spreading white puddle
at his feet.

"I can no longer join forces with the White Man!"
announced the Indian maid defiantly.

The final indignation... the all mighty Grand
Wizard rose up to is full stature, all four foot
five of him and in rushing to seize her
dropped the candle plunging the deep cavern
into complete darkness.

Fumbling his pockets for a match giving
the rebellious squaw time to pick up a rock
& when the flare flamed at his face she
struck him pointedly across the brow with
a careful swing of her honed, limber arm...

Passed out in utter darkness Whoreson otherwise
known as the Evil white Absolute, knew at long
last what it was like to experience true blackness.

Feeling at odds with her Native upbringing
White Dove has no recourse but to Kave of
the ****, where the Absolute sits staring at
French daguerreotypes by candlelight...

Seeing the shimmer white girl in her Native
attire of next-to-nothing standing just beyond
the light, a pale silhouette in the faint flicker.

"Yes?" called the wary man, not at all
embarrassed by his discovery. He had been
here for some time, having gone through many
candles... the spreading white puddle at his feet.

"I can no longer join forces with the White Man!"
announced the Indian maid defiantly.

The final indignation... the all mighty Grand
Wizard rose up to is full stature, all four foot
five of him and in rushing to seize her dropped
the candle plunging the deep cavern into complete darkness.

Fumbling his pockets for a match giving
the rebellious squaw time to pick up a rock
& when the flare flamed at his face she struck
him pointedly across the brow with a carefully aimed swing...

Passed out in utter darkness, & then dead,
Whoreson, or the Evil white Absolute, knew
at long last what it was like to experience true blackness.

With no one left to do his dastardly
***** work, the Absolute is at last forced
to take matters in his own hands... but not
entirely... of his scant loyal followers
remain Moonshine former sidekick to the
electrically incinerated White Lightnin';

& the traitorous Indian couple Running Bear
the cowardly brave, & the ditzy White Dove
whose true allegiance she knew not where;
kidnapped as a child from her settler parents
who were themselves scalped & worn as
fashionable accessories, all White Dove
knew was the life of a Plains Indian squaw...

Thinking perhaps the lady in question
preferred more savory fare, & enlisting
his willing Trilby, the young actress
of his recent acquaintance, to approach
said well-heeled lady in the guise of traveling
corset sales-lady; bedecked in leather
high-boys & tightly cinched silk garter,
a waist all of 19" & a face
glowing red atop a head about to burst...  
in High-heeled hob-nail
boots, the dainty young thing sauntered
up to the hotel desk. Captivating at first blush,
the normally near-sighted clerk straightened
his bow-tie. "Can I help you, Miss?"
"Uh, yes. My name is Miss somethinorother,
I'm a..."
"I didn't get that name, was that something?"
"Or other."
"Miss Other,"
"No Miss something."
"What? I missed something."
"My name.
"What was it?"
"What?"
"You say something?"
"My name!"
"What was it?"
"Something, I... oh, never mind!"
"Okay, Miss Nevermind,
what can I do for you?"
"Can you give me a room
with a hot bath?"
"I can give you the room
but you'll have to take the bath yourself..."
"I see you have a new telephone."
"You don't have to look at it, you listen to it."

Medusa, descending the Hotel stairs,
sniffed out the aroma of tanned meat.

"Any messages for me?"
"Telegram."
"Can I have a look at it?"
"Oh, you don't look at it!
You listen to it!" piped up
the corseted pipsqueak...

"And you are?" quote Medusa.
"Something!"
"That you are...what have you
in your leather case?" asked the
curious queen mischievously.
"Oh! Leather," the girl cried,
back in character. "I sell leather!
Would you like to see the new
French fashion line?"
"Why don't we go up to my boudoir?"
offered the mistress at last, then
curtly but politely,
"Amos, send a bottle of twenty year
old bourbon up to my room in twenty
minutes. It's waited this long."
"Will do, Miss M..."
"That's Captain."
"Captain?" gushed the frail female,
"You must be important!"
"I'll tell you all about it upstairs,"
offered the frilly arm of the regal
guest, leading the lamb-like girl
to unknown & unguessed pleasures...

Th plot of course was to get the
Blue hero festooned in some
strappy leather contraption before
moving onto tickle-play, at which
point...

But the girl was already giggly as Medusa stroked
the fuzzy cheek & led her further into her sanctum...
It was Medusa now with one thing on her mind, part
of the deal she'd struck with the Union was that she'd
be responsible for her own *****, which she now felt
firmly within her grasp... the girl sighed, her mind
drifting to the somber performance the night before,
before the single capricious nailed removed her garment
to sudden applause once the curtain had gone down...

She had encountered the strange foreigner
in her dressing room but now under the bewitching
gaze of the fabled primeval beauty, the little lady
had no choice but to wee a bit.

"Oh, I'm wet," she cried weakly as the door sounded.
"That must be the whisky. Now we'll really get wet."

But the clerk had been tipped an honest fin
to allow the odd creature to bring the *****
up to the door of the lady's boudoir suite...

"Let's get you out of these things.
They must be uncomfortable,"
suggested the queen flipping the girl
over on her ample chest &
shifting the shifting petticoats until
arriving at the girl's leather
pantaloons. "You come prepared."
"I sell leather!" the girl cry muffled
by setee pillows. "And you model
it too? Now that's service,
but it must be hot..."

Standing outside holding a seltzer bottle,
the fiend was set to strike, but when the
door flung open, a ***** soaked set of
rawhide Lederhosen slapped him in the
face...the bottle snatched from his fingers
& the door slammed.

Taking a swig, the door flung open again,
this time the bottle crashing down over his head.
"That's not bourbon! Where's Amos, you clod?
You must be new... go and try again!
and if you come back here with water,
I'll drown you with it!" The door slamming
again, feminine titters rising gleefully,
listening outside for the sounds of laughter
proving futile after a few hours, with only
endless cries of "O, Captain! My Captain!"
bellowing from the mistress' suite.

Disguised as a traveling feather salesman,
the villain enters the gaudily appointed lobby
of the town's main hotel in search of clients
for his dubious wares; "You wouldn't know
of a young madame who might be in mind
to purchase such fine Old World Ostrich!!"
he boasted to the unimpressed help, coming
upon the bored desk-man; "I say, my man,
would there a female presence about that
would love the silken licks of a fine plume?"
"I be needin' a new quill pen," croaked the
roused clerk, "You be having one a'them now?"

Taken by the abrupt request, the quandried
no-gooder is forced to fish through his bag
of props all of which served no purpose but
to provoke derisive laughter; mangled stems
loosing their mottled bloom as the dusty
shafts molted in a furious flap of loose spines.

"I say, old man, I've been wearing this top
since Boston," said one gruff old man, doffing
his pate, "You wouldn't have the single red tail
feather of an Eastern Blue Breasted Whip-poor-will
or perhaps jut any old common Goatsucker there
in that bag?"

Having nothing of the sort, the flustered
peddler hurried packing up his flying feathers
rushed out of the lobby back to the street where
a passing crow happened to spot a premium
target for a leisurely midair release....

the gob as big as an egg felt good coming
out too, as it splashed across the bewildered crown...
dripping past spectacles & that with an
inopportune snort lodged in the sinuses...

Momentarily Medusa came down to
the desk & inquired about any messages,
complimenting the clerk on his fluttering
new pen. "Feller was jes' in here givin'
'em away! He had a bunch!"

Having just fed her hair, she
felt there was no need to spoil it...

Cheeks blushing like bright American Beauties,
the otherwise pale actress greeted the mysterious
courtier with the distinctly foreign accent;

Claiming to be nobility...
he informs the girl that he is a doctor, of sorts,
& proceeded to 'examine' her in the hope that
she had not been injured when forcibly disrobed
with such incautious suddeness...

finding his clammy fingers crawling the girl's
spine & reaching for her ribs, she recoils with
uncontrollable snickering; "I'm ticklish!" she cried.

The hellish black eyes ablaze, the oily perfumed
phantom dashes from her quarters as if struck
by the very lightning of genius!!

If he could merely get the wicked Queen
in the nearest proximity to a feather, he'd
have her at his mercy!!

Some mothers worry.

Becky mention to Eli
that their eldest seemed
to be getting a swelled
head from having his
picture taken so many
times, & the neighbors
were staring to talk...

neighbors who normally
spoke one or two words
every months or so, maybe.

"He'll need an agent. God
knows he'll run into his uncle
Igor & wind up doing ****..."

Mothers worry.

Growing bored, Chuckie took off
for the nearest big city, making
a splash in the tabloids &
drawing the paparazzi to the Simple
Homestead...

Eli Jr. was ready with a country-honed
huckster's spiel picked up from wandering
carnies & road weary traveling salesmen;
modern day patented medicine men...
Junior was Chuckie's favorite of her
three or so stepchildren. He had his father's...
money. So did she & they got along fine.

No wicked stepmother, Chuckie was
a happy--go-lucky lush, having kicked H
for the sake of maybe breathing another day.
It was a high hope, but the field scrubbed
kid, who'd been selling **** to passing
bikers & truckers for years out of his horse-
&-buggy hot rod, basically a model-T
on wagon wheels; but t suited Junior fine.

He'd completed fifth grade twice & was
ready to take on the world. Eli was also proud.

Back on the farm, Eli
had their Master Bedroom
renovated; He would
have preferred
both wives, but he had
three, and seemed to keep
losing one.

Hoping there would plenty of high-stepping
chorines, Medusa prepared to be duly entertained.
Only to be crushed when the show appeared for all
of her high hopes to be a rather staid drawing room
drama of the modern variety; with realistic dialogue
and grave social concerns. It was the last thing she
needed, bu as she was walking out, one earnest
Victorian thespian while dragging her train across
the rickety boards, caught the material on a wayward
nail, which proved stubborn enough to tear
the half-knitted stage rag & unstrung corset
completely off the actress' back...

The first part of the Laugher's devious scheme
laid, instead, the staid audience rose to its feet
& burst into applause, appreciating the forward-
thinking playwright's daring; a completely
unexpected turn, as the brocaded velvet curtain
fell & house lanterns were lit... Medusa had had
her back to the stage the whole time peering
ahead toward the dark egress... Off to the side
unseen & all but unnoticed, the Absolute,
in his true identity of Horace Horatio Whoreson II,
who's progeny would likewise bear upon
the Gorgon's destiny years hence...

As the audience reached the smoking chamber,
slowly reflecting upon their most immediate
impressions & once catching themselves
giggling a bit, tittering spreading throughout
the room until one by one, every man,
woman, maiden & suitor dropped dead
from convulsive choking laughter...

In the hansom cab Medusa thought she
should've gotten her money back for the
ticket, peering at the punched slip, making
note to avoid the New Realism from here on.

Backstage at the theater the actors were aghast
that the audience did not return for the second
act, thinking their careers doomed... but a stage
hand rushing in from the lobby gravely informed
that the entire company in attendance had all
died of from a deadly leak in the gas sconces.

Since the tragedy could not ave been avoided at
any cost, it was attributed to an Act of God &
the actors were relieved of their guilt... their souls
spared; the young actress, however, was never to
quite recover; having witnessed her shame in front
of the stunned then mesmerized crowd of genteel
upstanding citizens & townsfolk who all had
in every likelihood had never seen a denuded young
maiden scamper away in heavy boots after freezing
in disbelief, giving a prolonged view of choice
Southern womanhood to the full house, the orchestra
striking up a delayed tattoo...

Her foes vanquished for the time being,
Medusa thought to take in a show.
Staying in the town knowing Sherman's
fiery advance was yet to dawn on the gimlet-eyed
Rebels. She was ahead of her time
& looking back all the while. The show
was a melodramatic comedy of the type popular
in the pre-gilded era of dusky frontiers
& nascent city lights. The war just revving up,
before she could get back to ****** who as yet
had no fortelling of his own fate at that
ripe young age. Putting the Cowboy of the Future
out of mind & pinning a willowy white brim
in the teeth of Akasha & a few of the others,
as they all wrapped comfortably coiled beneath
the voluminous Chapeau.

Once again, thwarted by the raging
Green Gorgon Queen, the Evil Absolute
had no recourse but to turn ever darker;
to retreat into the bowels of the Kave,
where the unholy alliance of the mystical
Ku Klux **** was formed in deepest
shadows; unseen white men plotting
their own & eventually everyone else's
destruction; bent on blind hatred &
meaningless, stupid revenge that only
brought uncomfortable & unsettling
laughter in polite company... but in secret,
they were sure, every decent white person
felt exactly as they did, even as before their
eyes the exhaustless wisdom of legendary
ones & the rapid speed of the machine-age
made the **** seem quaint & out-of-dated
even in their own minds, too embarrassed
to admit the horrible truth, that would have
sent Socrates & Aristotle into howling
paroxysms... sad to see stupidity wasted
on one so ugly; the Modern had invented
the Neanderthal Ideal to compensate for
the pathetic reality of actually beating
one another over the heads... It was here,
in never seen recesses that the Absolute
summoned his latest dark immoral dread...
The Laugher!!!

I've seen many things,
but nothing weirder than
the Jazz hands of a
transgender cheerleader.

He was eaten by a revolutionary music journalist,
afraid that poetry would complete the purely pure
community that would be better to read Eli's early
days in the Bed of a Cat in Japan. The Club reception's
General reservation; General Lady driving socks,
Chatter Safely drinking paradise empty dormitory
floor Honeymoon Princess Always join the Answering;
The Boxing ***** Feeling Kegel's Cling to Earth's Place
Behind Alchemy Marcus' Star Animal **** Monster
Gypsy Weapon... The important thing is the sharp idea
of ​​the moment that producing soda pits, produces
funerals, culture bringing stupid and cold weapons
is the main task. After being completely drunk
and leaving the supporting icon, Colin will come,
touched by the eye. Before,                        I heard the sound of panic effects,
fast white bombs, deep sea images, awakenings,
uncertain motivations and rhetoric.                       Hard, awkward awakening.
Granada fell suddenly. I shaved my eyes.              Serotonin and serious eyes.
Blake from orange. Sleeping Janus' Aging Eyes with Cannibal
Caged Star producing spilled oxygen. Dark tones are taken
by Israel. A white bomb infects a butterfly.     Finally, the fisherman
jumps when there are panoramic panoramas, hungry weapons,
birds, serotonin, lime, fire and other parts. A metal bag of old
jello's new food, buzz and oxygen. cage and the music is consumed
by a journalist fearing that in the poetry world,
you'd better read the first time, the Japanese city of Eli.
Socks drink driving is dangerous, the Paradise club reception
allowance gene General Chatter prince's bedroom empty feeling
to participate in the world after the honeymoon alchemy.
It is apparent that the idea of ​​food, funerals, cultural productions
and cold war is senseless and is very important task.
Because Mark has touched their eyes,         there is support decisively cut off from the icon. I heard a sudden white-hum's
final rhetorical image of the sea's safe movements.
It is easy to wake up suddenly.                                              I shaved my eyes.
Serotonin at its boiling point will relax.          If you sleep with the aging eye
of Janus,                            the company has lost a star in her cage of oxygen.
Israel gets darker shades.                              A pump infects white butterflies.
Finally, since we have placed fishing Panoramas of serotonin
kicking birds starvation arms fire, etc.                      Old new food in Jericho,
a bag with oxygen and buzz. caged...

With the loss of his two greatest rebel heroes,
the evil Absolute enlists the enigmatic Winter
Blonde to find a champion to replace Captain
Confederacy, l'il Dixie & White Lightnin'...

With the aid of her faithful slave Mamma
Jamma, Winter Blonde raises the spirit
of L'il Dixie using the slave's mysterious
art of ancient African Hoodoo!  

Brought to Eerie afterlife, the disembodied
ghost hovers above them, Dixie's spirit flickering
in the shadow of the large fireplace's flames...

At the astonishing sight, Winter Blonde faints,
leaving Jamma alone with the ghost... the spirit
growing stronger as the old slave continues her
jumbled chant of magical African incantations...

Until at last, Mamma Jamma is able to direct
the wild spirit into the suit of 16th century
steel armor standing in the parlor, bringing
the shining metal figure to horrific undead life...
medieval weapons & all!!!

The Confederate Revengers
effectively destroyed; the evil
mastermind known only as
the Absolute devises a plot to
expose the Union spy in their
midst, hoping to prove the
pesky Northerner's undoing...

Summoning Winter Blonde,
Mamma Jamma, the Human
Locomotive & Moonshine to
a secret meeting in the bare
Kave of the ****, the Absolute
spells out his plan to stop the
Union from expanding the
railroad still further west...

"The red man will stand behind
us! But first we must show them
that we can stop the ******
Yankees in their tracks...literally!"

Rechristened The Confederate Crusaders,
the diabolical plot is swiftly set in motion...

Bribing the duplicitous Indian Squaw
White Dove with ample wampum,
Medusa is able to discover the evil plan...

The hyperactive Human Locomotive,
outracing the Iron Horse headed out
to the newly opened western frontier;
as the shining new engine steams
through Indian country, a surprise
attack by a horse-mounted wild Indians
emerges from the surrounding hills...

Armed with long Winchester rifles &
bows & arrows, soon the steaming
locomotive is under assault by the deadly
red savages!!! Medusa, disguised as a
genteel Southern Belle, going to the
caboose she quickly loosens her hoops
& pantaloons to the shock of the car's
frightened passengers & leaps from the
train's railing onto the tracks as the terrified
stoker feeds the belching furnace to speed
through the violent Indian assault...

Seeing herself hopelessly outnumbered,
Medusa has no recourse but to use the
Smaragdine Signet Ring bestowed to the
Gorgon Queen by Hermes Trismesgistus
himself to summon her compatriots
to help her defeat the onrushing red horde!
With the cry of, "3Ms!" at once appears
three of the mightiest warriors drawn from
the Classical Golden Age...

Mithra, ancient mysterious hero who can
single-handedly defeat a herd of charging
bulls with his super hard club that can shatter
every bone with a single blow!!!

Minerva...undefeated warrior goddess
& superlative archer!!!

& of course, the superhuman & blood-
thirsty Minotaur, freed from his labyrinthine
prison!!!

The vintage heroes making short work of
the startled red men...all the while being
watched from the hills by the cowardly
Indian Running Bear...who then sees
coming in a cloud of raised dust the swift
Human Locomotive racing to the Indians'
rescue!!!

Horses thrown through the air by bulging,
muscled arms & terrified Indians dropping
weapons & dashing off on foot... the Human
Locomotive plows through the scattering
red skins to charge the heroes directly!!!

His brawny legs moving too quickly to stop,
the Locomotive finds his face crumpled into
the Minotaur's stone-hard fist...

But also on board the train are Winter Blonde
in her everyday guise of a prim schoolmarm
along with her faithful slave Mamma Jamma...
Mamma mumbling the jumbled incantation
to raise the several spirits of dead Indians, but
as well the animated armored suit now dubbed
The White Knight!!!

Faced with an angry army of the undead,
the 3M's one goal is to ensure the train's safe
passage through the blood-haunted territory...

Realizing Mithra is fighting an empty steel
shell, his deft blows denting but not stopping
the brutish metal monster... until using her
ring of enchanted Emerald, Captain Medusa
succeeds in blasting a hole through the thing's
chest plate, the beast shuddering but unharmed
& tossing her aside to face the next oncoming
hero, the Mighty Mithra who easily smacks the
flailing arms right off the hoodoo spawned hellion...
but the detached steel fists continue to grip at
the Greek hero's bare muscled limbs...

Seeing the Arcadian champion gripped from
all sides, Minotaur & Minerva run to his aid...

Meanwhile, seeing the small bare footprints
appearing in the desert sand making their way
away from the stalled locomotive, its coal
supply exhausted by the feverish stoking of
the frightened train's crew...

Seeing no one, Medusa wondered how to best
an invisible foe until striking upon the idea
of raising a tornado of dust better to view the
figure's outline but when the ground is whipped
up into a whirling cyclone that rises into the air
not only is the female Confederate revealed to be
starkers but the spinning dust comes into contact
with low overhanging clouds -- the sky darkening
only to burst into a torrential desert rainstorm...

The Human Locomotive finding his feet mired
in mud, the Iron Horse remaining perched on a
high plateau beyond the reach of the amazing
runner's tired & weakened lower limbs...

Tuckered & unable to run uphill, the crestfallen
Southern hero slows to a brisk walk while the rain
poured in buckets... soon the unwieldy metal monster
begins to rust in place & become immobile, Mithra
is able to free himself from the ghostly armor's
fingers; the stiff suit rigid and unmoving as a statue...

The Winter Blonde standing wet & naked could do
nothing to shield her body as the ***** rain fell
all around... seeing her reddened embarrassment,
Mamma Jamma leaping from the train ran to cover
her mistress with a thin shawl...

Minerva taking up a red man's fallen bow & a handful
of arrows takes precise aim pierces the evil slave through;
Mamma Jamma collapsing at her naked mistress' feet...

The dead red spirits quenched, return with fading
howls to the red dirt... Winter Blonde taken into
Union custody, her body tarred so that she can no
longer deceive anyone with her absent appearance!!!

Bribing the duplicitous Indian Squaw
White Dove with ample wampum,
Medusa is able to discover the evil plan...

The hyperactive Human Locomotive,
outracing the Iron Horse headed out
to the newly opened western frontier;
as the shining new engine steams
through Indian country, a surprise
attack by a horse-mounted wild Indians
emerges from the surrounding hills...

Armed with long Winchester rifles &
bows & arrows, soon the steaming
locomotive is under assault by the deadly
red savages!!! Medusa, disguised as a
genteel Southern Belle, going to the
caboose she quickly loosens her hoops
& pantaloons to the shock of the car's
frightened passengers & leaps from the
train's railing onto the tracks as the terrified
stoker feeds the belching furnace to speed
through the violent Indian assault...

Seeing herself hopelessly outnumbered,
Medusa has no recourse but to use the
Smaragdine Ring to summon compatriots
to help her defeat the onrushing red horde!
With cry of, "3M!" at once appears before
three of the mightiest warriors drawn from
the Classical Golden Age...

Mithra, ancient mysterious hero who can
single-handedly defeat a herd of angry bulls!!!
Minerva...undefeated warrior goddess!!!
& of course, the superhuman & blood-
thirsty Minotaur, freed from his labyrinthine
prison!!!

The vintage heroes making short work of
the startled red men...all the while being
watched from the hills by the cowardly
Indian Running Bear...who then sees
coming in a cloud of raised dust the swift
Human Locomotive racing to the Indians'
rescue!!!

Horses thrown through the air by bulging,
muscled arms & terrified Indians dropping
weapons & dashing off on foot... the Human
Locomotive plows through the scattering
red skins to charge the heroes directly!!!

His brawny legs moving too quickly to stop,
the Locomotive finds his face crumpled into
the Minotaur's stone-hard fist...

But also on board the train are Winter Blonde
in her everyday guise of a prim schoolmarm
along with her faithful slave Mamma Jamma...
Mamma mumbling the jumbled incantation
to raise the several spirits of dead Indians, but
as well the animated armored suit now dubbed
The White Knight!!!

Faced with an angry army of the undead,
the 3M's one goal is to ensure the train's safe
passage through the blood-haunted territory...

Realizing she's fighting an empty steel suit,
her deft blows denting but not stopping the
brutish metal monster... until using the ring
of enchanted Emerald, she succeeds in
punching a hole straight through, the beast
shuddering but unharmed tosses her aside
to face the next oncoming hero, the Mighty
Mithra, who easily tears the flailing arms
right off the hoodoo spawned creature... but
the detached steel fists continue to grip at
the Greek hero's bare muscled limbs...

Seeing the Arcadian champion gripped from
all sides, Minotaur & Minerva run to his aid...

Meanwhile, seeing the small bare footprints
appearing in the desert sand making their way
away from the stalled locomotive, its coal
supply exhausted by the feverish stoking of
the frightened train's crew...

Seeing no one, Medusa wondered how to best
an invisible foe until striking upon the idea
of raising a tornado of dust better to view the
figure's outline but when the ground is whipped
up into a whirling cyclone that rises into the air
not only is the female Confederate revealed to be
starkers but the spinning dust comes into contact
with low overhanging clouds -- the sky darkening
only to burst into a torrential desert rainstorm...

The Human Locomotive finding his feet mired
in mud, the Iron Horse remaining perched on a
high plateau beyond the reach of the amazing
runner's tired & weakened lower limbs...

Tuckered & unable to run uphill, the crestfallen
Southern hero slows to a brisk walk while the rain
poured in buckets... soon the unwieldy metal monster
begins to rust in place & become immobile, Mithra
is able to free himself from the ghostly armor's
fingers; the stiff suit rigid and unmoving as a statue...

The Winter Blonde standing wet & naked could do
nothing to shield her body as the ***** rain fell
all around... seeing her reddened embarrassment,
Mamma Jamma leaping from the train ran to cover
her mistress with a thin shawl...

Minerva taking up a red man's fallen bow & a handful
of arrows takes precise aim pierces the evil slave through;
Mamma Jamma collapsing at her naked mistress' feet...

The dead red spirits quenched, return with fading
howls to the red dirt... Winter Blonde taken into
Union custody, her body tarred so that she can no
longer deceive anyone with her absent appearance!!!

The Confederate Revengers
effectively destroyed; the evil
mastermind known only as
the Absolute devises a plot to
expose the Union spy in their
midst, hoping to prove the
pesky Northerner's undoing...

Summoning Winter Blonde,
Mamma Jamma, the Human
Locomotive & Moonshine to
a secret meeting in the Kave
of the ****, the Absolute spells
out his plan to stop the Union
from expanding via railroad
still further west...

"The red man will stand behind
us! But first we must show them
that we can stop the ******
Yankees in their tracks...literally!"

Rechristened The Confederate Crusaders,
the diabolical plot is swiftly set in motion...

The eyes of blood touch the hands,
the god smiles to hear the effects
of the panic due to the accelerated
white bombs, the images of the deep
sea, the awakening, the vague tendencies,
the anxiety with the rhetoric,
the awakening of the strange
pomegranate, the sudden jolts.

Thirsty sublimated eyes; Hungry eyes
of Serotonin Orange - an Aurangular
dish of New young old age; Janus River
sleeping; sleeping, sleeping. sleeping
oxygen cage star. Blood spilled on the
eyes. The dark tones of Israel's crushed
white bombs contaminate figurative
the fig leaves.

Finally, the fisherman jumped
to the ground, the panoramic panoramas
shook the flashes of the hungry pistols
scaring the birds, the serotonin,
the orange fragments, the broken pieces.
The new internal burns from old Jericho's
joke of fire, the scream of the cheeks
with wire bags full of oxygen.

Caged

The eyes of the blood touch the hands,
the good smiles hear the effects
of the panic, the accelerated white bombs,
the images of deep waters, the awakening,
the uncertain motivations, the rhetorical
anxiety, the strange awakening.

Granada, and the sudden plane crashes
with shaved eyes. Hungry eyes filled
with Serotonin's Orange angular dishes
of New youth; Aging Janus sleeping;
Sleeping with the sleepy oxygen star's
caged Cannibal, his eyes spilled out.

The dark tones of Israel's crushed
white bombs contaminate  butterflies.

Finally, the fisherman jumped
to the ground as the panoramic
panoramas shook with flashes,
hungry guns, birds, serotonin,
oranges and other broken pieces.
New internal burns of old Jericho's
fury of fire and noise from between
the cheeks, metal bags filled
with oxygen in the cage.

I traveled into a future
where people just sat
staring at blank screens;
but when I asked what
they were watching,
I was arrested by police
that I couldn't see.

Thus, the blood of Christ cleanses.
A child born of a sad patron
and a urinary tract infection.
"How in the world!" This investment;
With the image of a healthy urethra,
He said: Why? Oral prostitution, in fact,
The Ministry's money for Shazam!
Sheikh in turn, I can say...
Carmen is in an executive trap,
A sense of pride can be stressful.
That is why Tzara is hurting. »»»»
Charlie Borananda is at home; The
administration went to the modem.
"The hands of the university
However, I agree with many others
Aristotle is worried about the past.
Supports and accessories, French
and logistics buy laughs. Coca-Cola;
Magda now to the left and one by one.
However, the animal continues.
Feast of the Brothers (1835), death
of 1896 and seeds. But the employee
does not come. From the practice of 500,
and from prayer. From faith. London,
January 20, 1898; on Tuesday 26
November 1912, But still. 'a'. What
happens in 1931 to the Polynesian poet.
Columns in the sky behind, "Click"
But the idea of ​​development;
****** and easier for Sisley...
January 2 to January 26, 1912
1898. Changes in the circle.
19 fire changes. Another nuclear scene
of an egg's catastrophic eon. Tully's
were demons. "Where am I?"
Now in the world? "Sika Sharma El
is famous. In addition, it is not known
to what extent, however, the arrow is exercising.
This good idea asked me where the mountain is.
When this year's science, Charlie bought
"Buranada. Private house, but the "modern"
style. Will there be special types?
And I do not buy are not happy. »»»»
It must be great and the place where,
Meanwhile, he has in his hands,
This is Queen Esther: I think the email
is after the letter. Recognize the actual
offer that many have rejected.
This does not mean that there is no concern.
In the market, is this idea of ​​pine Ida form.
You do not have to worry about your nose.
about its operation. Conrad
Dreams, but today in Oslo and the logo,
new bed animals. Great and frightening ... (1835)
1896 dreams. Finally, said a suicide bomber.
Your first husband, according to God, must record the art.
The ******* on January 20, 1898 for the "Days" archive:
Tuesday, December 26, 1912 in London.
Also, with your voice appearing?
And, as seen in the $ 500 for me?
"In 1931 he was the first poet in Poland.
It is an idea to become "sweet".
The Minotaur can be produced in Sicily.
Nails and other parts. 2 November 1912,
December 26, 1898. 19 years in the world
of London, but if you do not change your situation
winter is winter. This does not include
Everything that is not unity.
I cannot see Demeter without talent and,
"¡Cómo en el mundo!"

In 1896, he wrote down a dream in a dream -
old and new, suicidal thoughts and dreams,
to realize the unfulfilled dream of prostitution.

“Today he was great, and he heard about the
island of the sun. His exact position on January
20, 1898 and December 26, 1912 in London
was with a *******,                          and the dream was about photography:

“I have seven victories, because I'm a little crazy
about the Romans 500 cuts later, Tom just sacrificed”
the world for himself. Of course, in 1931, the first
prostitutes opened the window after three races at the end of Anna.

Prostitutes and the Dutch words “psychology in paradise”
and pastures give us the word ****; Minotaur’s dream
of an island within an island is the first sign
of one of the most prolific ideas of a *******
to find and fix a tool for you on January 20, 1912.

On December 26, 1898, in Edinburgh, dream
prostitutes reached the top of the sky and conscious cinema.
More than your powerful dog.   Dreams do not know what to say in a dream.

Dreams are beautiful again; Prostitutes
and seven small personal analysts, partly Tom Natura
500, partly Aristotle and the dreams of Aristotle III.
Or small greetings in the first half. "... prostitutes,
the power to do something different from their parents,
who were embarrassed by prostitutes and old people."

I'm with you today, I'm tired of this. Very painful,
the pain does not improve.                                   The latter becomes a factor,
but my mistake. My head hurts very bad,
but do not forget, we do not remember,
but a quiet moment in my heart and in my heart.

I stayed in my head and came back with tears.
I do not know why this happened.                                There is a serious case,
and my account also brings an idea, but why with me?

I can't just remember the memories.
You have bad news. I'm not going anywhere.
Some developers do. If this does not work,
in my heart there is a problem.                                     They have a bad habit,
I like to run, but I also see.

Always cross the data. All the memories are in my heart,
but I want to meet again. I'm an idiot, I don't remember.
I'm an idiot, and I'm leaving, please remember
that he is still incomplete, dead.                      We promise you in a few days.
But like a fool, I still have a heart.

And when I look in the mirror, I lose my brain.
Your tears penetrate the memories
that I always remember,                                        but I do not know anything.

With the loss of his two greatest rebel heroes,
the evil Absolute enlists the enigmatic Winter
Blonde to find a champion to replace Captain
Confederacy, l'il Dixie & White Lightnin'...

With the aid of her faithful slave Mamma
Jamma, Winter Blonde raises the spirit
of L'il Dixie using the slave's mysterious
art of ancient African Hoodoo!  

Brought to Eerie afterlife, the disembodied
ghost hovers above them, Dixie's spirit flickering
in the shadow of the large fireplace's flames...

At the astonishing sight, Winter Blonde faints,
leaving Jamma alone with the ghost... the spirit
growing stronger as the old slave continues her
jumbled chant of magical African incantations...

Until at last, Mamma Jamma is able to direct
the wild spirit into the suit of 16th century
steel armor standing in the parlor, bringing
the shining metal figure to horrific undead life...
medieval weapons & all!!!