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What if...You got a stiff

Sunday, 20 October 2002 By Correspondent

Would you belive only from death doth flow the truth?
Can your eyes only gaze on to tits made of snow? Cold and everlastin' they'd be frozen like mummy popsicles, for all you assholes?
Squished it. felt it. And like Jacinta's Boots, ye be chooglin' in the rain. Would you plunge it between cheeks filled with the rose of youth?

That'd be why I feel dism this way...

Pithy Quote

I only type every third night. I have no plan. My mind is a blank. I sit down. The typewriter gives me things I don't even know I'm working on. It's a free lunch. A free dinner. I don't know how long it is going to continue, but so far there is nothing easier than writing.