In A Corporate Town

"He is an arrogant man." William, Bill, Bubby, the funny Kristol not Billy, the man who gave us Palin, stupid smile pasted, couldn't carry the gray mans jock; and boy do they know, all these empty scions, just ask the slaves of Chuna suffering under the (shh) Cudres sons and few sprinkled daughters, because they're worth less even though they give and give and suffer more, than a cock will ever know, he crowed, swing it, suck it, show us your tits, this is worth saving any more than that? Never mind, name names, owa they like it, hits to look up, chants to sing, the returning visitor ah the page view army marching song ending, we need better lesser never connectivity, but it's already in the pipes and receded and rising, odd yet, para what?

Funky Cold Medinah Fo Real

Too sucky? I agree. Can't stop now, it was always me like hair on a Greek. But it goes with the money pun, oh never mind, neither it or this equaled a dropped eyelash from your eyes, but for that part right there, for but a second. To see how it feels, maybe I was wrong, so once more, and then you get callouses from the flame you can't stop waving at, but you were on a different loop entirely, somewhere in another state. In the breech and off again, looking for flesh. No not for love, its just once you've got the taste. Nothing else sastisfies. But she'll never believe.

Nobody Wins In Afghanistan

And nobody ever beat the third rail of American politics. Social Security? The money Baby; except you're small, and they're capital. Who's your lobby then? Bet a letter from their Daddies lawyers would make your Daddy weep in front of everyone, blubber, snot, an unshakable memory all around. Meh, another second, another 15 million red blood cells, can you define oblivious, really? We are the definition. Well, at least we won in Iraq. I, uh, don't know either. I submit, that half the world will have sharia, and the way it's getting here, long white sleeves are looking good. Light linen, big spots ; ) , clean sheets, water forever. So, dreaming at the keyboard never shot a kid in the head, your amendment and your world are indefensible, yes so are all the others, and me a poor sinner, no better, betcha.

San Miguel Ya

Grizz say "maybe sometime, make it easy". God Damn 2 comes, they're going back to Oklahoma, but the banks'll be just fine, bless their places where hearts(or brains evidently) would be, most definitely a flush hand, police state over clubs, full tent, four of a never learned a thing, oh well. Shins say "Cause if it makes them money they might just give you life this time". I sez caveat emptor mf'er. God I want her, laying all sleepy and splayed with her(and mine) whelp laying sideways against her legs akimbo(ha), hurry up and grow so I can be sad for when you were young, I need her, onward the capitol and the sled! Bed, uh huh, and what else don't you know? Well, maybe the jobless claims were down because we don't have any left, don't do that around here anymore Mister, move it along. Cheap shot? Don't you have an app to download, some fake money to win and lose and tie yourself up in knots over, like a Republican in love, conflicted, "I'd never felt that way before", and the next sound you hear, will be from hearing distance, if you can, will, oh here? More babbling probably, make that surely, uh yeah.