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$ $ $ $ $ss$ "Poor Andrew"
$ $ $ $ $ by, Anodyne
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turning around with the world sometimes we forget that
but then our laundromat days and 60 Minutes nights make
us remember all too well since the drought the bucket
has returned only with sand and the occasional scorpion
covered with special sauce and dripping with the saliva
like she was that day but it wasn't a day just like any
other because the sun was slightly less yellow.
i just took a little
nap curled up with a kitten and hot chocolate and a
Hustler magazine just like the good old days when we
used to pledge allegiance and we were all so blissfully
ignorant of everything that would somehow become a problem
before problems there Was just Was and Is and I'm really
enjoying this all fully I'm fulfilled, they say its
faith I say its a smoke-filled coliseum with a thousand
lighters jiving inside a soulful ballad so don't remain
staid pricks for so long instead go outside put away
the mouse and go for a swiss & pastrami on rye
which, as we all know, seems like a good idea until
you think about it with even a minimal primate brain
it is obvious that we're here together and we're not
at all like elm trees, more like the nuts: to interject,
i'm thankful that no part of my body is itchy right now
because i've chewed off all my fingernails waiting for
you to put away the chalk and see that i'm the brightest
student ever to take a spelling test, ignoble but
interested in the arts and cultures of bacteria plaid
across the dish turbid and turquoise and smelling
worse than
Colonel Jackson did in 1814 although the
British officers were very odiferous not to slight them
to this day i've got hope 'cause I'm
the Pope except smoking less dope
Jackson, Jackson, I've got a new
substance called soap
rhyming like ghetto preschoolers after lessons from
dre, building blocks mommy put on my socks what
beautiful red locks you have doing whip-its all night
but save some pressure for spraying cream on that
crimson beaver strawberry shortcake
coins P
are made in Philadelphia, Denver,
and San Francisco, D
and for a short period
earlier this century S
were minted in Carson City ... CC
that's in Nevada the
sharpest state in the Union
and i suppose its time
for something w(sh)itty so you can keep reading on on
ward of the state i suppose i should throw some
naughty words in here to keep some of you fucking
assholes reading even though i'd rather you were gone
away fucking the love of your life in romantic wonder
and mystery: yeah, i'm convinced that love is real,
warms your heart more than the biggestest
bongest hittest you could ever consume with
those two fleshy sacs that used to be lungs, but that
term is reserved for things colored red or some shade thereof
You never did anything
Wrong.
You aren't allowed to be
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can you please tell me where i am let me describe it
top of Victoria Falls, python in my pocket and an
unloaded rifle and Orion is getting ready to hit
me again but i can still laugh because his pants fell
down when he started the movement upward out of
this depression of prohibition annihilation evacuation
with no survivors except one lonely active reactor:
revoltion against redundancy is the best we can do,
and teach everybody the importance of bringing a compass
seashells and cloudless skies and mild climates,
fiery hope lights the way and we coast gently
into the hangar, soft for all time and feathery
not tickling only downy, rising above everything
so we can find real zeal and vigorous loins, because
with the tongue of an angel nobody notices the
lack of wings
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This is a picture of the big-titted chick that sat
next to you in math class. A stare case!
Jackson, Jackson, it gets real slippery
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