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.:.there is something here.:.
.:.that is worrth wading thru.:.
HERE is the excuse...
Splotchy is not religious, likes women, won't show his
circuits, and has a fetish for used dollar bills.
King Ceyx? Sounds kinky. I'd go with the straight
gutteral pronunciation of King Ralph (FIE-doe)
Kix.
Sex.
Sex with Kix.
Pervert.
Send scenes in lieu of the previous tender we agreed
upon. I shall telegraph more once I reach dry dock.
Tell Lucy and Linus Mommy loves them. Hope to greet
you all with hugs and kisses when the savages
acquiesce to my advances.
and, as always, jam out to Rock Lobster 24-freakin-7
http://fgrocklobster.ytmnd.com/
King Say-x sounds like a poor Alabama girl trying to
say six, or sex... HA! We've come full-circle again.
King Secks. I'd go with King Sects. King Specks. King
Checks.
Scrap it all in the heap, bubba.
It is and always will be the High and Mighty King
Soopers who you seek.
peace,
http://www.rollingstone.com/news/story/_/id/7605448/?pageid=rs.News&pageregion=s
ingle1
firsthand report of Hunter's send-off by that adorably
presumptuous Doug "By-the-seat-of-his-pants" Brinkley.
enjoy.
rock lobster.
I'm down. Name the time and place. Time for you to
work your magic, Grasshopper. Assemble the troops.
Let's shoot this fahkir.
JOHN JAY
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No Siree. I am not a hypocrite. Think timely.
Are you ready for me? Do you have what I need yet? Hey, got it? No, I'm helpless. What's good about it? Why try? Is there such a thing? If you're always treated kindly by a cruel person what is that cruel person to you? If a hypocrite is found out are they a hypocrite any longer? Were they then or are they now? There's confusion for some of us.
How about a smoke. The inhilator of relaxation and deep thinking. Hmm. I had thought of a wonderful story and I can't do it with the ensuing task at hand. I'll come back. Ok, you can call me one.
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HERE is the inexcusable!
I just heard about the second beheading on the news last night. I can still remember when the news would invariably report that the hostages had been freed, especially americans. not the same world anymore. I guess this isn't a question, but it's interesting and killing me. As much as an apethetic person as I am, I am getting more and more angry about the fact that we and others are killing people. Perspective time. You've got the sick kid or something the dr.s are desperately going to all lenths to save. The parents, the kid struggling, the folks earnestly praying. Then we go and bomb the fuck out of all of it with the 100s of other same scenarios. Or, check this out. Putting myself in their shoes. I'm messing with my house, painting, getting out the ants, sweeping the floor, putting pics up. Then somebody comes and and it's all a hole in the ground, all ashes and shit. We can't kill. Also, I too remember the POWs and hostages' smiles as they hit US soil and thought of that with the killings. Now instead of bedraggled people coming home it's beheaded pics sent over. Just a little tidbit to put things in perspective. If this civilization goes down bad enough that someone will have to dig it up later, it'll have such a long half-life that it'll be glowing for a thousand years. I don't really understand what you're talking about here, budday.
Friday is more than Mr. Crusoe's slave.
Matt, click on the guy. I don't know where his smile came from, but I like him even though he's just a drawing. Must be predisposed for this sort of thing.
This week has been an especially long one which has tried and tired my sorass. My day's over, well, I still haven't really done any true work as far as getting something accompleeched goes, but it's too late to get started on anything meaningful now. So I am filled with the hope of days off and getting nothing more done. It will wait. Right? Or will it ever get done. Is there a reversal spell for my lazy magic? Where did that come from? Must be all the Buffy I watch. this week brought me to the rich city of Coffeyville, KS. I looked for the infamous midwest red bricks and couldn't find any. Everything was paved. After dining at the Better N Nuttin' I found the old Little Golden Books factory which was replaced by Amazon.com. This city is amazing! It's also the home of the zero radius Dixon (pr. dicks' on) riding lawnmower, the kind that zips around trees without the need to weedwack. So, in short, upped on caffiene I, nutted amazingly, sticking the pages of a children's book together, and eating your trimmed bush all the while, unknowingly, online for all to purchase and see. Well, not that exciting. I just couldn't believe such rich and well-known town could be so pathetic. A friend called it the asshole of Kansas. Why does a visual come to mind? What exactly am I seeing?
Additionally, the slap to the face of the trip was seeing the gentlemen's bar on the way out of town. I was confused about the route I'd taken in to town the 3 hours back cuz I was sure I would have noticed the good and titilating, now meaningless and shitty making feel empty, fortune on the way in. Next time.
Flu Shot Season!
Trina got hers today. My number will be up soon. Those needles aren't big but I still hate to think of them gouging into my shoulder muscle and gunning in the potion. On the farm I'd give shots and a lot of the medicine would squirt back out the needle hole when I'd pull out. That's why the interns immediately put the cotton swab with pressure. All we get is the little dry droplet of blood. How disatisfying...
What's up Matt? Thanks for writing. Get back on the horse you gymnast (zoolander ref.) You should give me a call with your mad skills. You've got the number! Let you family know I said hello.
Matty.
I've found my way and with the dial up I'm getting refamiliarized with the friendly solitaire. I see what's going on here!
Soo... When are you coming to KC? I talked to a guy named Bill Mcshane who said the guy I (we) need to talk to is Billy B. to get you to play at the ReVerse. I'm familiar with him but not a close friend. I did help pay for a whooping Sacrifice at the nationally infamous Outhouse of Lawrence a couple of years back. I will try to get in touch (soundly by phone) sometime to see what you need to do. Cool? Days are passing quickly as gigs were mentioned mos. ago.
How the hech are you?! You, you crazy bastards! I thought you were dead or something. Say ola to the girlies! do you miss me, I miss you.
Guess what I've been doing the past 2 frickin' years. I work as a bookkeeper for an oldies home. I do all the billins and collectink. I also jump on the computer and email people all the time.
Take care of yourself and your wiener.
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Becoming an artsy-fartsy...
You've been busy dude! I think you're getitnig what you wanted when you left Manhattan-becoming an artsy fartsy. It's great. I never had a dream, well I've had too many so I'm just a lazy fuck ending up leading the ol' midwesternerz wife. However, I get my kicks at rock shows and other drunken venues all de time. Give me your address and if urin town I'll cum down. Thanks for the news, I'll keep up the noose; all of which is followed inexplicably by my address:
5401 Woodson Road
Mission, KS 66202
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Me gustaria nalgear tus nalgas. ?quieres cochar con migo en el carro? No no, lo siento! ?quieres hacer el amor con migo? ?Si? ?No? Yo temer tus nalgas des payaso.
I thought of the place you've got to be at. It's the Re!Verse restaurant in the Plaza. They pride themselves for having beatnik paraphanelia and ways. They have acoustic stuff there sometimes. You'd get a great reception theree. Also, look on rockkansas.com to see the whats happening with local buzz. They're on top of a bunch of stuff that's going on. Also, my buddy Eric just started getting his movie reviews posted there. Do you read the Onion online? There's a writer named Jim Anchower I aspire to be like one day. Browse through his archived opinions as they gave me a giggle. Send me your music or not. I want to hear it and will. Do you like Mars Volta? The crazy lead/writer guy's the dude from At the Drive In. Do you like, wait you said you like the Lips. When you get paid go to one of their shows or Wilco's or Skid Row. Say hello to the girlies, and please forgive me as I'm not as good with retaining memoryas I am the mammary, um, damn it! Urgh, we talked so much about him. 6lbs. Not very old, with a tube, prettiest of any seen fortyfived chromosomed and refrigerated machined-out milk. This absolotely killing/wracking my brein! YOu know who I mean, The Little One.
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What's up dude?! I'm scared of your clown ass. Peter, doughnut be afraid, keep your eyes on me and you will not sink. Do nuts fall from trees?! Jon Dough's nutted! Shheeeeaawwwtt BLLEEEEEOOOOOOOOTTTTTTTCCCHHHHH!!!! Hey, it's like we're friends again. Hey, it don't work that way me amigo. We need to hang out. When am I going to 0lbeup? Is it French or a Spanish Conquistidor town? Sounds like a french community or should I say "Freedom Cummynutty?" That damn terrorism and those frenchies... Or when are you cumming to the sound of KC? We musn't cross streams. Damn phone. Where wuz I? I'll ask what it takes to git a gig around these parts. The lower areas followed by the nether regions and finally, the backside. Don't ask questions, that's KC for you, brother lover! The movies I've enjoyed lately are Punch Drunk Love and The Secretary. I've also got Akira Kurosawa movies lined up to watch as I've only seen The Seven Samarai and gots to catch up. I just reread Great Expectations and started The Bonesetter's Daughter. Trina's trying to get me to read the Harry Potters. How 'bout you? Faggot! Sorry, writer's Tourette's. Faggot FfFffFFucker!!!! Sorry dude, it won't happen again. Say hi to the focus on the family.
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I heard you were in town. Sorry I missed you. Oh, that was somebody else. I ended up very drunken and wasted. Mucho barocho! Had happy hour at Harlings where I kicked some ass at darts, left Harlings, went to XO, was let in to the VIP room, danced with 4 orientish gurlz, one tried to grind her ass on me only she was less than 5 feet, good try though as I'm not a squatterdancer, left XO since they were closing, got witnessed to by some Jesus people, got several hugs by the Jesus people, made sure I still had my wallet cuz those dudes were nutz, had my wallet with a couple of bucks left, went and ate a Jeruselem gyro followed by an argument with a taxi driver on my way home about him not telling me the Indian word for "left turn" which I don't think he ever did tell me as I don't remember the word, that fucker, and finally passed out on my couch as someone was passed out sidewayz on the bed. I think I puked? A blast! Saturday, I looked at stuff on the internet, basically sat on my butt all day, went to Jeruselem's because someone wanted to go there and I didn't tell I was still burping holy land gyro, ate a krass phyllo spinach cheezy deelio, I ordered a seat and some tires online, went over to a house owned by a fella I work with who grilled cornish hens and ended the night early. Details. Friday, someone flew to town and stayed at our house all weekend. My brother came Sunday afternoon with his new girfriend and I grilled some squash and chicken. This morning, after my ephedra tea we went to Town Topic for breakfast and listened to P. Cline hits while we watched the oldey regulars drink coffee and bullshit history. I drank several cups of coffee and a thick 24 oz heavily chocolated milk. Delicious. I clocked in late at work, took a shit, went to a couple of meetings, ate a Butterfinger, and decided I needed to say hey. Howdy. I hope all is well. Take care mi amigo por favor. Gotta run as I need to give two bucks to the urin soaked old humming scruffy still shiny bald toothless blackie with cigarette burns in grey sweatsuit sitting 3 feet away in my periphria. His scent intruded on the heavy pork grease of the mess hall I was salivating to just minutes ago. Do I swallow?
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Tonight is the night for ch3ch2oh. Rum or Gin. I do own some 50%smeernoff. I will put mine on the site. I don't want to be the snake in the grass but I want the key to mix. Or that could be very bad. Where do you want it? Hell, I need to go as thingsss are slowing down in my head. Mucho gusto in your lovemaking this evening. My friend that walked by just said "It's all about honor. Git on 'er and stay on 'er!" Haw the fucxk Haw! HA ha ha! Sorry dude, but I really need to go0o. My ffingers are sloow and the keys are messing with me..
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