Holy Day and I'm hungry for Tostitos
He was overwhelmed by the wealth of information.
Another was trapped under destruction. This one whimpered out his last breath and tears flowed posthumously from his eyes. After three days the rubble uncovered a body covered in maggots. His once brilliant blue eyes became fly shit.
And to holier occurrences, the maiden tapped and tapped. To Father's Day, to another day, doopity doo, that's what I say, and lets dance and be gay, and so it happened in a flash. Flash in. Flash out. Lightning bugs do the same thing. A dance to the death. One male devoured by one flashy female is heavenly bliss in the realm of microscopy, but a bugs' eyes are huge. What an encounter! Her eyes are filled with fire! I can feel it burning. I can feel a fire, a burning love Elvis once said, it's really a heat. A potpourri flame, hotter than incense, stronger than peppermints.
And she dangled away, dang it, I done did it again, you and your job. An omission of New Orleans just ain't right, no matter the white folk, I am a white folk, something about egg yolk on a cowpoke sunday morn.
Dem chocklit chips make em pancakes deeliteful. Have you ever had too much sweet? I don't reckon I did, cuz it jus woodn't be sweet den wood it?
You don't even talk right, but you're not from anywhere are you? Green chiles beanses beanses!
Did you at least smile for Shay? I knew you would. You really do like baseball after all.
A favorite song lyric: I want to fuck you like an animal. I want to feel you from the inside.
And she whizzed and zanged and ziggled, she giggled! Oh, the giggles! My little piggle wiggle
Now listen to the violins and pianos.
I felt hot flames of fire roaring at my back, my back, lick my pussy and my crack
And so he pops a thumb like Eddie Guerrero. Lyin, cheatin, 2time doubler, was wit da 2time doublas? She look good das all I gotta say, beggars don't choose do dey? They choose life! What a crappy little beggar, making as if you weren't. Where did you go on that fateful night they threw you into oblivion? What did they do to you? Where did you go? Oh brother, where art thou? I saw you doing innocent manual labor, how ever did it come about to ask for a wage, you just wanted to play afterward, that's all, and you still did, you still seem to be but are you the one I saw?
Get rhythm now, get rhythm now, you got it. This is an exorcism. Tap your toes move your feet shake your body to the beat, move to the left move to the right bobble your head swing really light. Now backstep forward back jerk jerk move your sack. Bounce it up and down bounce it up and down now turn and face your partner follow her around. A little fan-dango and you're doing the tango, now slide...and up to the rear and slide...holding her near and slide...down from the rear now slide...there's nothing to fear just lick her ear and we do it again get rhythm...
And now for a final message to rhythm mongers and everyone else, an invitation rather, an orientation perhaps. The opening, the first meeeting, will be next Friday. Come either prepared or unprepared. It's the third story red one, the only red one I think on B in Jamestown. Email for preciser directions. The time is anytime, though simulated order will take place at 5 pm after siesta. I love fudge striped cookies or pretty much anything with chocolate or wine, and just about everything else. A name will be decided for research and marketing purposes. The market is the thing, remember? To sell or not to sell, that is the question.
Let me be a bit clearer, it's next friday anytime or 5 pm, or this friday if you prefer, or any other day for that matter. It's gonna be going on, believe me, and you're not gonna want to miss it, or you'll be like those passive folk who remembered history but barely played a part, they stole air I think, so don't steal it, consume it till we come up with something better, but I need your head and you need mine, so please don't let us down. There's strength in anything greater than one, unless you happen to be Superman or Superwoman. I can make you that if you let me. I trust you'll do the same. Just do it. You have nothing to lose and everything to gain. I have what you need. You have what I need. It's capitalism's greatest, but with much much more. A centromere of human hearts is indestructible, among other things. I felt it pounding today, you know, like a chained up horny dog with the wit of a champion chess player, or was it a chained up champion chess player with the wit of a horny dog? The more I know myself the less I know myself. Help me help you help us, and it's not just a whim. Fancy free and enjoy a splendid day.
Another was trapped under destruction. This one whimpered out his last breath and tears flowed posthumously from his eyes. After three days the rubble uncovered a body covered in maggots. His once brilliant blue eyes became fly shit.
And to holier occurrences, the maiden tapped and tapped. To Father's Day, to another day, doopity doo, that's what I say, and lets dance and be gay, and so it happened in a flash. Flash in. Flash out. Lightning bugs do the same thing. A dance to the death. One male devoured by one flashy female is heavenly bliss in the realm of microscopy, but a bugs' eyes are huge. What an encounter! Her eyes are filled with fire! I can feel it burning. I can feel a fire, a burning love Elvis once said, it's really a heat. A potpourri flame, hotter than incense, stronger than peppermints.
And she dangled away, dang it, I done did it again, you and your job. An omission of New Orleans just ain't right, no matter the white folk, I am a white folk, something about egg yolk on a cowpoke sunday morn.
Dem chocklit chips make em pancakes deeliteful. Have you ever had too much sweet? I don't reckon I did, cuz it jus woodn't be sweet den wood it?
You don't even talk right, but you're not from anywhere are you? Green chiles beanses beanses!
Did you at least smile for Shay? I knew you would. You really do like baseball after all.
A favorite song lyric: I want to fuck you like an animal. I want to feel you from the inside.
And she whizzed and zanged and ziggled, she giggled! Oh, the giggles! My little piggle wiggle
Now listen to the violins and pianos.
I felt hot flames of fire roaring at my back, my back, lick my pussy and my crack
And so he pops a thumb like Eddie Guerrero. Lyin, cheatin, 2time doubler, was wit da 2time doublas? She look good das all I gotta say, beggars don't choose do dey? They choose life! What a crappy little beggar, making as if you weren't. Where did you go on that fateful night they threw you into oblivion? What did they do to you? Where did you go? Oh brother, where art thou? I saw you doing innocent manual labor, how ever did it come about to ask for a wage, you just wanted to play afterward, that's all, and you still did, you still seem to be but are you the one I saw?
Get rhythm now, get rhythm now, you got it. This is an exorcism. Tap your toes move your feet shake your body to the beat, move to the left move to the right bobble your head swing really light. Now backstep forward back jerk jerk move your sack. Bounce it up and down bounce it up and down now turn and face your partner follow her around. A little fan-dango and you're doing the tango, now slide...and up to the rear and slide...holding her near and slide...down from the rear now slide...there's nothing to fear just lick her ear and we do it again get rhythm...
And now for a final message to rhythm mongers and everyone else, an invitation rather, an orientation perhaps. The opening, the first meeeting, will be next Friday. Come either prepared or unprepared. It's the third story red one, the only red one I think on B in Jamestown. Email for preciser directions. The time is anytime, though simulated order will take place at 5 pm after siesta. I love fudge striped cookies or pretty much anything with chocolate or wine, and just about everything else. A name will be decided for research and marketing purposes. The market is the thing, remember? To sell or not to sell, that is the question.
Let me be a bit clearer, it's next friday anytime or 5 pm, or this friday if you prefer, or any other day for that matter. It's gonna be going on, believe me, and you're not gonna want to miss it, or you'll be like those passive folk who remembered history but barely played a part, they stole air I think, so don't steal it, consume it till we come up with something better, but I need your head and you need mine, so please don't let us down. There's strength in anything greater than one, unless you happen to be Superman or Superwoman. I can make you that if you let me. I trust you'll do the same. Just do it. You have nothing to lose and everything to gain. I have what you need. You have what I need. It's capitalism's greatest, but with much much more. A centromere of human hearts is indestructible, among other things. I felt it pounding today, you know, like a chained up horny dog with the wit of a champion chess player, or was it a chained up champion chess player with the wit of a horny dog? The more I know myself the less I know myself. Help me help you help us, and it's not just a whim. Fancy free and enjoy a splendid day.
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