Tewkesbury Sever

Devizes, Bicester. Learnington Spa, Hereford. Makes no sends. Perfectioni. Gonza vows to splutter splutter. Some illiterate looks most like dead writer. Billy Martins new dead dog. Sixteen hundred pounds of jettison, circle circling; who knows where it'll? "I'll be sending my bill in the mail for trash disposal," Clayton Anderson joked to Mission Control. Nature, giggled the same. Meat recalls meet ghetto tours, little dog v. rattler for a babies affection, breaking them down breaking down, or vice vice versa.

Black Back Agin

I told you he was through dancing, Comanche boy. No Neva. The Pathophysiology of Male Politicos. Hooker tired. Yeah, of you and your numbnuts. Loved? Mm, you'll just have to live on disgust and toady strokes. Mutiny sparking. It's Nixonia Mr. Militiaville, for you and your ha,ah,no faux "principles" and the 1 in 4, who'll get behind anything. Leave it broke. Replace it with foe. For your sodas. Same smells, better weaponry. Who said there was such a thing as sense?

Was That

Time to be an ass. When isn't that for you really? We will not waver. Um. We will not tire. Just five more minutes. We will not falter. But trip like its a walk. And we will not fail. Except when. Peace and freedom will prevail. Mm. (It could happen. Anything could happen in America. "After all," one oilman reasoned, "we're just another Middle East war away from another boom." Bissinger, Friday Night Lights)

What The Fuck

Title blocked and too many characters. Let's call it: Taking It To The Mosque. Cause Gandhi is dead, and was a damn Hindu anyway; and that's almost a whew, nm. No, you keep it. This is delete without the. For my flyby baby and her November born yet Pisces, my heart the only beating, but I will graze that ass; because. There's no green plane. Volunteerings? Raspberries. Recall? Price war! September Jan Brady. DC goes virt. You have the C gene? C'mon give us a kiss Ted.

Narcissism Materialism

Too much parsing. I'll keep saying "ennui" if I want, because, saying "on we" makes the heads go dog diagonal, and I'm a child. I miss you Sandra Day O! What Demetri M doesn't say, is "potting". F the flying mater, f'n sellout, like you all want to, shredda; tree killer; what the? It is never nothing. Majestic? More than no. Oz owes us for Murdoch.