I was musing about DJ’s Big Gig him marching like Mao, a one man army while the leeches and retards and balmy clapped their toon hands, swooned, and did a jig, me thinking, wow now that’s show biz, man, Look, Melania! no I don’t care coat! She cares again! Then someone shouts full throat Thanks for mowing Gaza, now bomb Iran! Soldiers, helmets, I mused, and then thought Jews gave us circumcision -- the irony of those German helmets, their tyranny and all the millennia of abuse! Plumbing now, we can spare the uncut rods: Time to start fresh and new without old gods.
6.33 days on average weekly I fare well to our Golden Rod, a son of - Not Joseph, and tithe that 6.5 percent of my attention to the shiniest thing in Gideon's old hotel room, the nearly worn through Afghan of cold comfort, christological bullrushes charcoal and broken door hinges...really pretty rich promises were what is kids got. Jesus had a popeye squint and artificial intelligence knows what it means. Verifiably that we wander a S. As possible stealing as thiefs do, for no logical reason...studiously! For the knowledge of references on a spinning globe, I believe. On the same day, we cannot do without enthusiasts. The lore of paper and demonstrably knowledgeable nthssts. Mine was , in 3rd 4th grade our first call for fiction in a 12 page minimum adventure story. The Hunt for the Golden Narwhal. Words prior to images, death , the frozen north. And a 9 foot tooth. Mysteries that felt incumbent to dissolve in the solitary image in there: blinding light from the ground to the eye, . I was that species of honest I believe i ended it for sure for surely. With the failure of the hunt. That unicorn swam free. Ice bound our boat. Tones of the ending of Wild Kingdom...and swam to eat what? For another week in the spare bedroom of civilization the Unbathed norther wild and wet. We also killed it, , to satisfy the censors I suppose.