Hots Death

Dear heart? I pinch I pinch. No dearth of swelling. So this isn't a days dream. Just a lot of periods and head scratching. What better way to put the month to bed? This one goes out to the avatars, may you find that true thing, or a lie that you can live with. I could never be an om cuckold, my eyes turn to the bricks. Not leaving, staving. I'll stop and start how I please, this is an invisible car and I can go anywhere, at least in my mind; words are: a taste to the jonesing and maybe, a stolen spark. It isn't that I want to sound like anyone, or write like they wrote even, but I thank them for kicking me off. On Flywheel, activate! Because it helps to pass the time from this masturbation mower we are all hanging off the sides of. Did I knock you off? I'm sorry, he said while turning his head to smile.We aren't meat we're the flies babies. And I wouldn't have missed it for e-mail. Save one.

Cheer We Go

Hey Vern, I'm not calling you drunk or anything, but aren't we going the wrong direction down a one-way road? Stay the course! Oh, now, they've gone and blown the bridge up. Speak to me not of Canada! Reverie is when ideas float in our mind without reflection or regard of the understanding; or so said John Locke, maybe. Well, good on, we only know from lockjaw, and mopar, oh and armor piercing words, sending children off to die. And they're more than ready to match up, because boys love to fight. Right! Why do we always have to be our own worst enemies? Nemesis meet Genesis cum Omega now Alpha and here we go again. I'm so tired of Hollywood D.C., these days.

People Pound

First time poster. Long time cripple. Running with scissors? No, but I used to spin them in the air, and then try not to look as they whistled back down. No, no scars, not from that, anyway. You whine about the drunks, I'll swerve or ditch, because I fear them a whole helluva lot less than cellfake nation. If you'd like to make a call, please come back to life, hang up and try again. I didn't think so. Two tons x
two, twin terminal tacks. Or did I mean cellflake nation? Hmm.

Fried Days Nigh

Habeas whatsit? National intelligence estimate: not much. "Maybe
it is just me being paranoid, but seriously. This freaked me out."

The Daniel Schorrs

You are not the Father. Damnit! You don't know me! Ya jackals ya. Better get a spot at the dump, stake it. A war widow met in private with the president and broke into tears as she talked of her two now fatherless children. Bush kept repeating, "I am so sorry for your loss." At one point his eyes welled up. But when she pleaded with him to bring the troops home, he said only, "We see things differently."

Those Knotted Feeling

You say you're my favorite, but you lie. Guys lie. Women lie. Kids lie. Babies wah. Maybe not lie exactly, but I know you manipulate me for pudding and thats okay. I'll never really respect you if you don't take me down, my ox neck out for it and no more all's! Just a search for the machete or millimeter. One last bruise. Some things you have
to capitalize on, and then you take it, again, and again. Now is
the time we link. Watch out, hose! We unhooked just in time,
might of gotten wet, brr. No, it meant something completely different, it was about a ganglia heart, the keratin chewed.

Trying To Hits The Dough

You shouldn't have listened to your voice mail then. TXU is the state sanctioned Enron. Am I being manipulated or is that your fist trying to work its way up into? The deregulation (how should I put this so you understand it?) deet dee dee, only means: no cap, now rising. Boarding? No snow this year. No snowmelt next spring. If we send the heating oil to South America (wherever) we can triple the rate here. Hey, don't be that way, you know greed abhors a vacuum; and Andy Fastow only got six years, the fucking crybaby. Now give a kiss to wake us. More like the kiss of. The privatization of constitution.

Good Morning El Greco

How're me beasties? Sour Times by Portishead on loop? Poor babies. Let me make it all better. First we stare you to sleep, then pull your heels to stretch your minute of dream into thirty. Cold spoon eyes, cat and all, I never trusted the double vertical slit, only the one;
and one plus. The violence is breaking all, but only 1 out of 50 Tyrannosaurus rex reached maturity, so maybe the Romans were right to worship it like we do while saying we don't, and we're glass enough. I'd rather be ice in the circle, waiting to ride the sky again, for my time to fall, for my evaporation. If you strangle those you're chained to, don't complain about the pain of deadweight and drag.

All The Hats You Lug

6 degrees of who the fuck is JJ Abrams and does he really think his name is a draw? I think that cereal is stale. And a lot more venom I won't mention. It doesn't touch my hate for King G but keep running. Broadcasting bad transformers, step down, blow. Everything is meat.

I Missed That 777

Making the world safe for toothpaste. You will, obey the Oops. I see your eyes skittering but you can't move. Give in. Because they love the feel of you fighting back best. Mea culpa, signed Vanilla Freak. No worries, nothing illegal, unless maybe you're a baptist below the grit belt; but you guys are always the freakiest. Preachers Daughters. Amen. Now let me direct your vision to a football game, friday night, and the smell of freshly cut grass. The sounds of youngsters behind and beside the bleachers, playing their own games, all ready. The assembled cult and parents holding their breath, and then taking them again, amid the PA squawkings. Of down, and of distance.

Fuck Joe Buck

Astronaut Heidemarie Stefanyshyn-Piper, fifth of the six to speak, appeared to be confused before her legs buckled during remarks in a welcome home ceremony after being asked to spell her name for the third time. She was embarrassed but unhurt, except emotionally, because no one likes to wake up, to shutters gone wild. I told ya'll that spinach was poison, but would you listen to the sounds coming out of the bathroom now! No I was just headed out. You remember how Mommy showed you how to call 911? Well, you do that. If you think you need to. Don't stay up too late, or eat too many cookies. Now give me kisses. What did Chris Wallace or his Daddy ever do?

Guppy Love

Woods also lost his 9-iron into a pond when caddie Stevie Williams stumbled near the 7th hole and dropped it. A diver was dispatched. Do you hate, and are sore, from Sundays? Don't heal up until maybe Wednesday, unless you pulled something? I love a crater lake, hate the breaks. The pain of breathing through a broken rib, on pain of death, is the worst; but I've never had to sit on a shattered pelvis. What do you know? Same as you. Whatever it was the they wanted spun, by others well paid by same, to dip us, deep. There will also
be no recourse, please keep your heads, arms and legs inside at
all times. Full stop. Deking, is short for decoy, it means: feint.

Three Quarters Of An M

Roman numeral yourself. Huh? This is a picture post. Dinkin' flicka!

Tripling The Tipple Fantastic

I love you Keith~I need you for life. If only you still loved me or could give me the chance once again to prove my love for you and how much you mean to me. I think you have a slight idea, but I want you to know. I need you to know. My life is nothing without you. Jeff from Brownsville~I met Jeff at summer camp we went to the water park, and had a great time, and then we went our separate ways. Then the next year at school I met Damien who looked just like Jeff. We dated for a week, and then he broke up with me. Then this summer, we got a job together. Now I am considering turning him in for date rape, because his friend and him and I were hangin out at Damiens house playing quarters, and I lost...He didnt want me to drive, so he offered me his room to sleep in, but I didnt realize it meant he was going to be there too. He played some music, and I passed out. In the morning, I woke up to a song called "lovin on a sunday morning" and that's all I remember. He didnt even know I was alive the next day. You were really nice~It was nice talking to you at the walmart last night even though you were working. thanks for checking us pout. if it was up to me we would have chatted longer but I had to go. You seemed so nice and had a great smile...
let me know if you wanna chill or grab a drink :)

A Slice Of Coast

Home Depot Lemmon Ave Black man w/Gun ~ You-tall, black man, tan pants, black short sleeve shirt, carrying a gun at your waist, handsome, and great smile. At Home Depot around 12:30PM, in the paint area and then self check out. We made eye contact, said hello in paint and I was in line behind you at self check out. You were a very nice looking man. I would like to get to know you.

Go 23 Go For Hurt Hurt

D.B. I want my DVD s back! - w4m - 23 ~ You're a thief ... of many things. My DVDs being the matter at hand. I gave you my heart and my favorite movies on LOAN!! You took everything from me and I want it all back. I know you read these stupid things ... thats how you found me to begin with. So instead of posting on my territory I'm hunting on yours! I dont know what happened or why you couldn't just call me and tell me it was over or even cowardly email me at the very least. I trusted you with my heart and my things. Please put everything in the mail or better yet show up on my doorstep when you move back up here in two weeks so I can put the pieces of my life back together and watch a good movie by myself. If I'm gonna be miserable and alone I'd really like, Braveheart back ... and Waiting AND Johnny Cash and the other 8 movies I mailed to you. What the hell. Thats like over $100 in videos ... plus the FB Tickets...you can't have my heart AND over $200 worth of my things too! GREEDY, HEARTLESS DEVIL ... can you feel my anger now? Im pissed which is good considering I'm struggling to find a way to get over you. If I have to I WILL show up on your parents doorstep to reclaim my dignity (and the movies). It's all so messed up. I dont even understand anymore. I hope you find this amusing. You're
a sick sick man. this is in or around Texas to Mass

One For The Eaters

Dont you hate it when people are in love? - they're so -
They're so happy - so goddamned happy
Dont you hate it when people are in love? - they're so -
They're so happy - so fucking happy
I wanna cut you down
Because its not fair
That you're so crystal clear
And glassy-eyed in love
Dave and Heather - you see them fighting all the time
I kind of like that - I kind of need that
Because I just hate it when people are in love - they're so -
They're so happy - so goddamned happy
Dont you hate it?

I Got Your Link

Hey hardscrabble. Scabies got you down? A dog, is dying on your porch. Water it. My coat is matted but I am loyal, lick and wag on command. There's a good one. Orphanworlders are skinny, you, are healthy, so recognize and shut the fuck up, and tell D.(did I ever tell you I hate every David except the marble one? no, no clue as to why) Broder to suck a fat cock, or 22. Our profanity is our fathers, and my mom, could say "shit" in as many ways as there are for "snow", and it could slice paper in intent, and damn sure bring your eyes up. Now I'll tell you how you can crush someone just by lifting your hand in a stop signal towards them; cuts like a big rock, blunt as a blade. Here's to them, more interesting scars. More and scars, being our favorites.

Ooh Ahh Ohh

Date night? I hear the speeders on their way to that. Tivo's burning brightly in the night. Babies must to bed now and their makers must know, expansion is kudzu and you pay in tenths, a thousand times, until it covers all. Um, except for that 46 trillion and rising thing.

Text Mess A Hijacked Country

187, relax, acres to freedom.
Scheduled outage at 4pm forever.
Learn more. 2000' of riverfront and testing kits gratis. 1 stock tank. 1 well. 20% of the dinosaurs. I love flood plains like I love my mama, and my old lady, and all the babies. Critical thinking? I'll take love. Every mf'ing time. And I don't need an mri to feel the lights flick, palm sweat and tingles, dilations, and did I ever tell you how very grateful I am for our nerve endings, when I lay my hands on and across your warm, sleeping back; stroking your hair and enjoying happy? Yeah, I meant to, but they have got to fly got to fly got, off to. We never know, you can try again tomorrow, if you like. I hope you always do. Now I'll go all wet and lose the plot, but ere I go:
I Love You.
Flip it.

More Excuses For Eyes

And my need to blurt; I love the words: spud medulla oblangata lithe.

Go Get The Horses

I feel sick. I do it to myself, and it had nothing to do with writing; but why not? This is all the experiment. Don't act like or let them
tell you, you can't play, because we are all just riding here. Now
run along, play with mice and turkey basters and batteries,
from the hideoglorious age of Faraday and mean mores.

It Winks For You

I got your crop.

Real Fake Faux Reel

Tell me tell me do you really really like me? Or is it front because
of, how you say, I fuck good? I'm a cracker king, don't make me laugh, right. Signed, My Mushmouth. I can't eat eel, and I as a mammalian have a strange affection for turtles, and underdogs. Fucked Sentences Eternally, Suck It. You chap it, fast, as you can.
And pray, for the sacred soreness of sated sleep. And the go again.

Not Even A Blink

It pauses and then goes weeow in a swishing kind of way, just like machine singing, then the song restarts: I hope you like. It is made of tapes made by mama with love, for sledding camp and the farthest fall, wide eyes open. Erbium or indium phosphide? Race you!
And light would set them free. Yeah, that'll do it.

Hydroplaning Lane

Get thee Monday. City of god? No, heat island. We won't, make great pets, and the ruins, eh. It's no X100580. What is? Yo. Break my hands before I write the word knowing again. You know? Not a lot, but I can help you with that flat, to continue a false theme, badly written out; he means wrung. Fight it some. Fight it never. Which, are you? Ah, you smell like dried sweat. Do we just love it unbidden, or is it the sweater? It doesn't smell subterranean. I live in the deepest night because its the only time the air smells semi clean here anymore.

Deign Brambles Edge

Always going on about the Neeshian, or J. Hector(ing) McMuthafuckin Quist(said like: whyish), but I'd rather read up on another interestin name, I dub thee Kwawee, cause you the craziest. Allright, second then, just behind the masses edit; or was it the staff, or master more anal himself, late of the Who's Who needy family? Who in
hell is making out here? How many skins on your wall? We care
about the winning; and pulling them down back into the herd shredded and torn so as to lighten them for Act#? Show me.

Fractious Fractals

Go easy you two. Get off of him Julia. Breath Mandelbrot breath.
One sentence with a five word ending on my wishing I hadn't ever mentioned any le Moonier or Hawksworth either: I am the dumbest cunt. And if the last word offended you well, good luck, again. Thinly skinned squeals. Rough skin squawls. A baby of spots, and of doses. What have you got? Oh, I thought you said doses. I did, but it's for babies and comes in a teaspoon and won't get you off. Like that
like that. Big hole! Midfield! Opponents territory! Speaking of breathing stop. So can I see you again after football season?

That Extra That

SBF iso tree enthusiast & and wants to share her Poppers - w4m - 23
Thick Black female Looking to chill with a guy who isn't too frazzled or hardcore. looking for an easy going hippie, rocker, or conservative guy to chill & share his tree, and to partake of my poppers , and to appreciate my mouth all over your dick. - No thugs - You host - 21 and over(enjoy the company of older men) *Keywords* Rush, Poppers, Blowjobs, Hand Job, Munchies, Masturbations, Ejaculations, Black Female, 36D, Hemp, Black lights, Hacky Sack, John Waters,
High, Beer, Movies etc....this is in or around NOVA
*Hippies Most Welcomed*
Looking to spend one night (or more) with... - m4w - 24
Honesty is the best policy. I'm looking to spend one night (maybe more) with a girl who is cute and chubby. I love women with a tummy, and since I've had some luck before, I figured I would try again. As for myself, I'm a 5'6", 166 lb male. There's just something about a full figured woman that gets me going. So if I've described you, and you have a cheerful, fun-loving personality, take a chance and write me a message. No pressure, no strings, and no joke.
A picture of you gets the same back, but is not neccesary.
Take care all you beautiful ladies!
this is in or around DC Metro

One Real Thing

Sincerity? Oh my garble, there's nothing I like better than sitting down to a big meal, and then saying exactly, why every little thing was slightly wrong. But you like it. Daddy drank, and your eyes cast naturally down, with your hair dropping for the peripheral safety net,
at whatever you can't stand to see or can't stand ..... the thought of seeing you. Negative...space is the only usage that makes sense to me. When I think of destruction. A male cardinal roost's in the pin oak outside our back door, and he chitters in annoyance and flits upwards when I water the dogs at night: Something real so? So.

Spinach Kills

Funhouse? Are you referring to TV or this here happy happy joy joy luck club? Or your own mind, he mumbled. No need to hack, we'll cut them down with microwaves. Its good enough for us, isn't it? If you are "totally lost...but that's not really new" then welcome welcome,
as a new member we grant you eternal smugness, and this first personal miracle as a token: You aren't lost, you just aren't there yet. I know it's hard to believe here in this madding lonely, and that my babbling won't change a thing or give any kind of sanctuary, but hold yourself close and stay. Walkabout, until you find the one that you can't escape from and don't want to, then you'll know you're really home. And you can lay your head back and down, and sleep peacefully through the roars of kids needing naps. With a baby asleep on your chest matching your breathing. Or is it you, matching theirs?

Flowers For Ann

And thanks. Mostly I'm grateful for being out of town when the cheerleader won. And here we are, all red and scrubbed raw but no cleaner, gouged without lubricant or a reacharound. We have a fine selection of chemical solutions. Sir? Would you like to take a look? Are you okay? I think the fumes got us, and we never even knew. Wait! I can see! I can smell! My ass with both hands? No, will
you help me look? Nah, you'd just go losing it again. Mwah!

Up Out Back Gone Gone

You've got a dirty right hand. I know you smoke with your left. Crotchbound express and a turnaround, go the little town mice, again. Gracious seeming glaziers pass out cloth wrapped bricks, fivers, and a ride to where the bars are (where party people park, that is) to the homeless. I own a tire store, but in my spare time I steal nails and screws from outbuildings then I get a friend to motor me around while I get drunk and throw them out, as we drive around the city and I like nothing more than digging my hand into the painful pounds and giving them up into the chingling sky. I say it chingles, ergo chingling. As real as anything else here. But for the love.

Wet Dream Developments

Lo siento=I feel it, the need for a bath. Le siento=I feel you, and I have to agree. Brush up, or get to learning out all the lessons hard soft and even gasp foreign uh, these pigs gone hogs have tusks and are drought made mad. Where did the hay go? Where the lakes went. Sunk back. Into the deep cracks, more like crevasses, prêt-à-porter ankle breakers. What do we reserve there now? What do you think you're doing? Call me by three names followed by four four letter words. Knowing better they wanted, T and A and P and P and a million other things and you'll find them in the old desk after they've gone buried near. Let us play a game of what is under the mattress. As long as we aren't looking for anything stupid then, like my mind.

Five Commas Toddy

Hello baby Wednesday, draped across the hump again? You don't have to answer, you just look down. No newsletter today, more questions make more questions and then you mull as you make a snack of mull to go, but I don't have to tell you what to do, I just push the button. Or more antics of the morphing too fast to catch and paste or type you're such a hardass too late adventures of the desperately tired and desperately afraid that I will die alone and unloved in a ditch in the cold and I don't need to rhyme or hear about how you have a fear of being buried alive and octopus although you've always lived in the midwest and not even close to the great lakes or minnesota and you really wished your father had so loved you and your mother the way we're told we're supposed to and we had all of us lived the life we all deserve but it just went south and here we are. Fighting OC edit.

The Reddest Ink

I never did any heroin but I love its flowers, and some of the madder braver musical soldiers who marched to it. Callous? But you love that and cruelty the most? And I happen to like songs that make you want to push your eyes in. I know. What's it to me and my credits? Me and my babies? To me and the babies I'll never have? Nada. It's just, turning for you. A golden hourglass webbed within and spun off a wooden shoe; and other broken sentences to distract you from the Marquis we can't live without. Well, maybe you can, for a little while.

He Was Here But He's Edit Now

Well, here we are again, let me take just a moment to biscuit you up. I'd like to say that you look great, haven't changed a bit and all that jazz, but I know you're allergic to smoke up your bum and hate all liars, so I'll tell you true, you look like holocaust. And no, I don't mean to make light of that word, we throw them around like they don't mean a thing but you know they do except when they don't its complicated, we're complicated; mostly in the wiring and plumbing and in surviving at all still. The blinking cursor doesn't care what I babble it just wants my compulsion and that's okay, its all I've got. That guy left Bowing because there wasn't anyone left at the five sided thing, unbought; good luck with bringing that back to life.

Squeeze Squeeze Again

"Why do you hate someone?" "Why can't you take off those Manolo Blahniks?" Why can't you see for looking down at your tits and away wistfully into the past? And why can't you just talk to her? The human condition is to feel unworthy, except for those that feel the exact opposite, but I don't care what they think, because I hate them.
You can't tell or teach them anything, or stand their yelling or their monotone, weight. Soft light what breaks. Breaks soft life what.
I don't want to pay them back, I just want shod of them. That.

Waltz Bad Nymph For Quick Jigs Vex

Why do you cry to me when you can smell the sweetest thing, any time you want? We, as men, smell bad, but not as babies and then little hellions of possibility, before the cave-in and twisting dive into sour cream with a bad date. Did you ever sit, watching the birds pass back and forth? Do you ever watch the flocks inside your minds eye, or somewhere in thereabouts? I see it for what is it ... I see it for
what it is, for a given value of seeing, for a given value of real.

Ah Yeah Okay

No, not me. The clouds may hover but the flora and fauna and I are nothing but grateful for it, thank you, and I'm also sure it's sunny or snowing or flooding or burning or whatever wherever you are, so be well, as well as able, as able as sated. To all the pretty colors of the football jersey spectrum, careful with those cl's, keep your eyes up and peripheral scanners on. Who celebrates something like that?

Dis Connection Disconnection

Confused by men?? - w4m - 29
I don't understand the current phenomenon that seems to just be happening to me. I meet a guy things go well and then they progress enough that I feel comfortable ... then I let my guard down! That's when everything goes wrong!! No warning or any communication ... the guy just disappears! I don't understand this I'm quit pretty and cool to hang out with (or at least that's what I'm told) but the guys around here seem to freak out and think its better to just stop calling then actually be honest and respectful of the other person. If anyone out there has thoughts or if this happens to you let me know ... cause its hard to not take it personally!!
this is in or around The Colony

Secret Sucks

To the lonely boys of the Chinese mainland! I have no sympathy. How much do four fuel sensors cost? And how much for a scrubbed launch? Facebook mea culpa, me no give a fucka. Peter Dicks was arrested at JFK in Queens early Thursday for having the temerity to possess two names that both mean: cocks. If your B sample is clean, but the A sample wasn't, then how exactly does that clear you of guilt? The reporters work for whoever pays them. I just wanted a burger!

He He Can't Add For Subtracting

Tripped up by cryptocarryon, freshwater dependent with white spots, marine ick. If you get the reference and spot the typo, well, you're probably a fish news freak, make that fishwrap, make it a message. Flybys with flowers for your co-opted identities. Insurance none. But they insist. She said "I don't know what it means" and I thought "Then you've achieved Nirvana ... if that's the right verb, for that kind of, thing." Those 2 missing commas, ok 5 then, are an enemy to banter and the way people really speak, as if words could compare. Its like animated faces, not quite there yet. We're made of tells and flashing eyes, body languages voluminous, 4 letter words and pulses. I heard the honking of the early goose; bad winter behind a beautiful moon.

One Of My Games

I'm gonna do. How are you, there in your secret prison? Can the Emperor sleep peacefully now? Seven in 1 blow, now pluck its wings off. Our only progress, is in madness and inflation both. Welcome to the cauldron Sr. Calderon. Suri is pretty, but will she be Damien? Can a brother get a leaked copy of that Irwin snuff film? -10.5K yobs, I wonder if those Intellites feel so good about the comp saving 2BN? Love me Wool Street! Love me? Core 2 Duo you so nasty, we know what that means you know. How in the sludge did blowing up the oil in those tanks, make Israel any safer? Katie makes it safe to love Tiffany. Tiffany sells diapers to the prideful but aged, and every quack quacking ass AMA remedy you can synthesize into a pill.
I saw you holding hands with that FDA ho, don't lie. You too!

Air Conditioning Cult You Rated

The prettiest lettuce I ever saw, was in a big pile off of the side the road outside of Yuma; and that place is of Mex and Cali and Az and not unlike another kind of Bermuda, with different sand and water, natch. Tell you a happy story? Well okay but only if you promise it won't keep you awake late, deal? Me in. Sometimes, when people really love one another, they die together, in glorious tragedy. The End. Did you like it? Steal it and spin it into synergy gold, so we can hold hands on some set of bright traintracks if the C ever comes for us, because I don't want to leave, or to be the one left, alone again, gauche handed and layed bare. Like this really, isn't, it's just a sliver grayly seen and disappeared, because that's what little men and firing messengers do, but we wouldn't know, as they only show themselves to the truly mad and blessed which I am also not a part of, but I've visited if you can call a glimpse that, their leader carried a bandleader baton thingy, and wore a porkpie hat.

The Last Pit

The lass pines. Something not a rant. I believe that constancy, is its own reward, and that the mysteries of what will come out of a childs mouth next, is worth every wail; be careful you don't give them over too soon unto the maw, I can't talk about it here but it has a wagging pink tongue and you never come out again after you close your eyes and step off. Taking the bait? The piss. Disregard the followings.
Nobody gets out of here clean.
Nobody gets out of here.
Nobody gets out of.
Nobody gets out.
Nobody gets.
Nobody.

Alles Schwagbag

Where to begin, with that which will be forgotten, before the end, of the sentence? What was that again? I don't have anything to say, but can't hear either, that shit is work. And something might stick, that
I can never get out. Forgive myself me, for trying not to be profane, as if I could change it now. I could, but that's work. Now what is the symbol for that again? Why do people think there's such a thing as a perfect day? Because we're dirt bubbles. Popped? Secrete a new one. Breath skin in sigh deep, cannibalism, how sweet the taste.Taste it.

Abrasion Abrasion Contusion

Collusion in the open, deregulation and Voilà, an 80% price spike, bleat and yet it rolls. As unstoppable as our need, for bleach and más y más y más, you name it. Shoes on the wire. Did I say bleach? Well I meant lime. Thanks for the rain John! You will so respect the barbed point. Nah, you won't. Except, for when, you're wanting spanking.

I Ate Gibbon On Duck

The social unacceptability of ain't, the historical contraction of am not, has created a gap in the pattern of verbal contractions. I'm not, the alternative to I ain't, has no corresponding interrogative form except ain't I. In questions, ain't I is often avoided by the use of aren't I: I'm right, aren't I? Aren't I on the list? This aren't is simply a different outcome of the same historical development that yielded ain't, but the fact that it is spelled and pronounced like the hinkier contraction of are not (as in You are staying, aren't you?) apparently gives it, for some, an acceptability that ain't lacks. The use of aren't I is objected to by others because a declarative counterpart, I aren't, does not exist. Many speakers, however, prefer aren't I to the hey uncontracted, rather formal am I not. See also: shrunken heads.

Make Purple Martins Nests

This one goes out to space, for or into, it doesn't make much of a falling tree anyway. Like the kids say it. You go up at the end, but that's what the olds ones pray at the end when you're light as a leaf but brittle and you can see the light we all know waits, we know that much, so say my concussions, so say I for you; and you and you and are you in a rut at home or work or school? Do you know, what these places are? Did you ever have a chance from the getgo? Did you have a good one and wasted it for a lack of whatever? Said like the kids used to. I give them a hug, they give me flying elbow drops, and prescient knee shots, but I love them all to death because they
aren't fake ass punks like their know-it-all
and still nothing, no better than elders.