The Never-Ever Ever-Ending Election

Who's that one one one? Sick but fine, human condition; one in the pink, one in the left blank, one in the eye; damn right it burns. Oh Lee, probably named after Bob, why yes I am brazenly provocative and astonishingly uneducated, but at least I don't eat ink; one's a twinkie, and the other a front. Man, she hates it, when I call her, Dude. Ann Aiken I love you. Robert the Mug, nothing from nothing leaves Zimbabwe, what you've got, having, had, until it's jump the rung, Little Caesar now showing now showing now showing. Times 3 would have only confused. Okay, as you're going up on the wheel and your love is in opposite passing, do you time it just right and jam, a stick between the gears, as theirs and yours meet up (add your own home filling), or do you even wave anymore? Do you even? Do you?

My Favorite Findings-ish

Fickle fickle fickle, no. Best to not, but ta; when you're both sideways there is no akimbo. But I need rehab. Don't you ken how scary it is, you're just going to see Britney snooch or Chertoff vampire face again or worse and there's nothing you can do to avoid it; I like mine without too much pulp and freshly squeezed, your OJ moment, my most unmeant apology. Pretty sure that ain't a word Meat. He's, wrong. Porn free, freer than the, cough. Back to your cell. Silence, and no excuses. But I have so many. We can't say it, but I smell magnets close to all of yours too. If you're so dumb how come you always see through me? And how do you know where to hug when I'm invisible, or is it just almost? I only regret the non-joy lacrimations, made by me, except for the ones I smiled about through my back; Adam was just the first bastard, and an apple is just an apple.

1005 Radar Circles Of Love

O how not to write about trivial shit, to avoid giving them want they want, I meant that, and avoid writing what should never be written. Anyway, how're you? Fucked up and still lying, good. Got to play the game my pop cull sputter, speaking of still, don't say stolen copper! Too late for laying me downs, the flinch hardwired, like the bulldog nipping your ear with love, as you lower your head down to nuzzle; down for, distance and; time & space? Slow cool summer cement?