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cleaver

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if you see bekka here.
tell her she needs to call...

not 'cuz i said; but just 'cuz.
 
babble happens all the time:

freddy stopped caring beyond spec.

he could now take a perverse, detached pleasure
in watching simple misunderstandings amongst peers
devolve into a kind of controlled shit...

that each new event fooled him into forgetting
just how hollow the previous
ultimately had felt

made him
- in the brief moments between -

irrellevent
 
The dump truck guy stopped by and decided to run over my head...and then I heard that familiar backup beep beep beep just for good cause.
 
I remember when they didn't have backing up alarms. Worker was killed building the 402 highway a mile from us. That I believe brought about backing up alarms in Ontario. Can't imagine a big truck not having one now. Bloody dangerous!
 
leave whatever you want : comes with the service


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if you see bekka here.
tell her she needs to call...

not 'cuz i said; but just 'cuz.

Is that a Pauley Shore reference?


Will Flea be doing the tats?

"I want something feminine."
"You're standing next to him."
 
this one ain't s'pose to have to have nobody's name.

pauley? sure...

(there's a name ain't stuck to nothing much lately)


when they design a thing to be easy
by designing it not to be difficult
they usually complicate the whole deal.

then you gotta dump something...

charmaine leafed through the new pages
trying to see whether nobody had nothing new to say...
it was nice that most of 'em were checking in,
but was that really the point?

well,
it'd become the point, she figured....
and lanny had gotta a cute new hairstyle.

if she found the patience,
somebody'd sure to a'asked
 
I remember when they didn't have backing up alarms. Worker was killed building the 402 highway a mile from us. That I believe brought about backing up alarms in Ontario. Can't imagine a big truck not having one now. Bloody dangerous!



I have one on my pickup truck to warn the fucking little kids playing in the street when I back out of the driveway
 
Dollie

this one ain't s'pose to have to have nobody's name.

pauley? sure...

(there's a name ain't stuck to nothing much lately)
My little brothers name was Pauley. He worked for a sod company and got ran over by a sod truck.
True story.
 
I have one on my pickup truck to warn the fucking little kids playing in the street when I back out of the driveway
We had one on our motor home and pick up truck. Hubby made them with Radio Shack parts and hooked it to the back up lights.
 
gonna chase you
to read you
to know you
to ask;

and still not be certain
that i should ever even bother.

miriam was made by hand,
finished by committee
and marketed by an outside firm.

she was damned near perfect.
 
27 years for the 96
to receive poor justice
when all's said and done
when the sun went down
on broken hearts that lived to see the day

27 years too long
for the 96 who didn't

the wheels ground slowly
mired in ruts of denial
more viscous than trench mud
black as killing fields
or aberfan's memory
too long
too long

the game plays on
 
a fun place the dump
shooting rats and drinking beer

it still smells the same
 
i can'ts baby you baby 'less you acts like a'adult

smoke curled out his mouth;
side where the tooth's fucked up
 
In this world brimming with
pestilence, famine and disease
I cut the cheese
I CUT THE CHEESE!

Fall to your knees
and suck the moldy peckers of rotting lepers
While I cut the cheese
AND FART OUT RED HOT CHILI PEPPERS!

Disturbing
to say the least

No way of curbing
the twisted beast
living inside of me

saying whatever is on its mind
like some goddam newbie

Please, please
hand me a tissue before I sneeze and spew
mucous into your mouth as I kiss you
I CUT THE
CHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEESE!
 
In this world brimming with
pestilence, famine and disease
I cut the cheese
I CUT THE CHEESE!

Fall to your knees
and suck the moldy peckers of rotting lepers
While I cut the cheese
AND FART OUT RED HOT CHILI PEPPERS!

Disturbing
to say the least

No way of curbing
the twisted beast
living inside of me

saying whatever is on its mind
like some goddam newbie

Please, please
hand me a tissue before I sneeze and spew
mucous into your mouth as I kiss you
I CUT THE
CHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEESE!
at least,
my crap is brief. - i think - a better read .

yours?
poetry...




thanks for using the dump
 
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there is something to be said
for defiant poetry
and a 10 year old "ex girlfriend" beauty shot.

that something -
that should be said -
i reserve the right to do so later...

but just now,
i'm occupied with
assembling
an appropriate disgust frock
to wear for the upcoming deniguration
 
but just now,
i'm occupied with
assembling
an appropriate disgust frock
to wear for the upcoming deniguration

Someone check to see if BusyBody hacked Cleaver's account.


JBJ is nowhere near that cleaver with words.
 
i suppose my wry commentary
on the insidious
undertone pervading some dark circles
of...

'ding-dong the witch is (about to be) dead'

and that he is finally to be replaced by
oz, the great and powerful

falls on tinnier ears...

or perhaps...
(and i'm more than willing to accept this)
the presentation
was too obtuse
to the point...

i'm fascinated by this transfer of power...
not for the act itself - in whatever form it will take
but for the underlying animus
that pervades this particular one

race is still an ugly factor...
and...
the die hard o-haters have been getting in their last prickly jabs
 
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