Heinsburgen SyndromeOK Dudley, Make yours Like mine.Heinsburgen Syndrome
At first it thought i was fighting but
then she realized we had no idea
what happened to our wait what was it?
The buck in the barnyard screams out breaking down doors and running off into the forest he's never seen before.
If you were an animal, what kind of
animal would you be an animal, what kind of animal would you be an animal?
Fourteen years and three cigarrettes makes 18 liars and a pack of wolves. I like eating goldfish, if that fits here.
Lion Tameri went to see if you were sleeping you seemed to have crept off to doze i asked you if you wanted supper and you bit off the tip of my nose how did you know i said with a groan and you said you had caught me by smell i said that it hurt so you spat on my shirt and told me to just go to hellLion Tamer
so after that i felt better and decided to play me a game i booked myself an appointment with this guy who makes lions tame so i took a class and i think that i passed after getting a little bit of help and then i left school with a whip and a stool and now i'm
Weidalman's Beardwindows broken by an angry hand burning cinders and a red hot brand and fifteen pounds of dirty sand went flying through the air to land in poor Weidalman's beardWeidalman's Beard
bubonic, tectonic, robotic plagues infest thier way through his barbed wire braids illegal to import in seven states but you can always slip by the barricades with a piece of poor Weidalman's beard
tangled up with sticks and rocks nuclear bombs and cuckoo clocks beads and rings and chains and locks 21 types of chicken pocks
13 fungi 14 toads a couple mice and a turkey bone
Alioshawith all your fathers blood in your eyes and an iron hand rivieted to your mouth did you learn your anatomy from theAliosha
wreckage of bombed out corpses?
As the masses strive for bread
and the devil considers giving it to them starry eyed messiahs weep over the singular beauty of being love-all-loving, but still the blood flows intermittently from the television set sending my dear friend into an epileptic fit fathers and sons killing in Jerusalem in Bethlehem, in New York, in Rome and on the hill where they crucified Christ with Ronald Reagan and Che Guevara &n
The MythThe MythThe Myth
--It is easy now, in this age of rebellion, to become preoccupied with what you are not, and forget what it is you are.
There is something here for me. I am spiritual Salmacis, entranced somewhere in between harsh ambition and bony wrists. I am mother to beasts, a merciful Medea. I never really wanted Jason anyway. I am Caesar, crying at twenty-five because I have not yet conquered anything. Oh conscript fathers, I want to be merciful but I will not hide first blood, or in first blood, for
Sorry to bother you at work, but my back itches and you are in a unique position to relieve the situation before it escalates into a full scale assault on family values in America.
While you're at it, could I get a little piece of that rotund fellow on the left? Yes, that one. Thank you.
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