I'm jiust used to having to pay through the nose for ebryting...love that tinsil the tonsil of archaic hebrew ...the yiddish...should be italicized but so what...is human beings talking...rambling here
kind of yahoo ya yay yay...I guess reading tom wolfe will do that to yas...kind of a funny book that one...best line since elmore leonard 'are you up for finding a waxed moustache in a herd of whores??'
I just love it...makes me feel like humor is not dead
unlike our president elect
who looks as though he is
and we're talking about meeting up at his new stomping grounds and raising some holy hell in our inemitable way (look up inenimitable..whatever I mean there means that yes, we all blew in and did our peace for days on end when ronnie and georgie -named a dog after that guy - way back to tom nixon and co..well I guess I helped lay the groundwork on that exploit - and how can you have your kids running the company when you can give them ebri tip in da book to see dey gets it ripe??
going to be watching with meathooks tenderlois and magnifying glasses up the yin and the yang..considering which I gave most a dat op to be wher eI am now, headed down the pike to see if we can play in the corn pasture with all the sendentaries that think it was a good idea to make America a GRAPE again
ask my surrounding forest about the fruit without a 'g'...ask 'em
ask 'em if they ever gonna tell we forest on different worlds and we gotta back our block with more of the g without the fruit...you know...that??
we're goin'...we're goin' into the sunset being ridiculous wearing what I was thinking about falling asleep last night, my sailor's wool pants for one, prolly lots of knitted caps all around I made with wegwarmers (read wigwams eh?) and uggs if nothing else because dey kool...it was about being cool in a cold world, not totally a pastichen because I stood in front of the shop window absolutely starving down to the pit of my belly and then took my last six bucks (even then it was six bucks for wunch)...and bought their potato soup and what 'blota'...liverwurst on white rye...so I'd be sustained
gotta say this next Rusdie book is kind junken...my word
that's how it was back in the way that's what blew it up going gaga for dana and using him now as my everloving password every time I make a purchase with my darn ol debit card..'dana' dana dana...
should a bin Donnie Politte aka Donald Trump ie...is who he is but definitely sabotaged by the one an only vee knows who..who masquerades as the Queen of Egypt and it is about Queens isn't it and does ol Donnie Boy have the knards to tackle the ball isn't he really schottish? I tink so...we used to get so fried up together and he'd be pitt and varnish half the night talk about grapes then he'd get up at 3 am to cut a few more he was a terror and I know first hand about that but once he gave me seventy bucks to takee a tlhhe said he wanted me to be his relief pitcher in case the Queen was snippin' 'em too close and' said I WANNAGET PAID and guess what his sweet little tucker hasn't been seen or herd of in these parts ever since but once in a while the fisherman NKD shows up and gets a wham bam thank you mam and I noticed wiping my coosh one day recently after he'd been in for a tuneup that there was this yella glob a her smish in my twat drip as if it were going to set up housekeeping there and turn into chicken fry steaks all around for what's left of DOS in USSR...that's what
what's what
been watching the knews via time machine...keebord flipped upside down and backward keping up with my toilet habits/bedmaking fingerfreezing morning ttying to decide what's for breakfast after a big chicken fry last night seems like a grapefruit would be in order as there's potluck lunchies
so meantime back to the ranch why it's important to be ther when Donnie gets shacked to the Queen for good...he's been rubbing it in my face for the last few years used to be we'd meet for the night maybe at his house dance naked drink smoke pot his 'coach' gave him he was a footballer then prolly still is 'the eagles' he laughs I'm supposed to understand the wicked grape part isn't him and I'm the doc doin the brain sturgenry
maybe he just wants to knoww that I know that the last few hundred years of unfaithmen have all met with the same fate, small balls and no dick
so am I accusing him of actually running with the Queen, nah...he's a good enough egg in his own way I gotta do some cleaning of some places this am I was thinking before I collect my twash and serve it up (lasagna, mac salad, fried chickens maybe..this keyboard likes to just the keys and land the words elsewhere from where they belongen
getting more a handle on it but fingers are numb purely ramifications here brad goom jan goom Russell are all yelling for me to throw their names in the ring was Russell always was the hunk in the Donnie oh yeah, what a serious issue of a man and how the scarecrow is going to hold the office with the glubber at the wheel is what I see about make America Grape again was so mad election night rallied the troops to get out der an fite and hopefully burnie knows what that is all about knows about the serious man thing and how that is the most precious element of all of this LEGEND and bowie and so on make it right make it America the Grape into the future not make sense my sensimillia
and so on...there's work to be done for sure and we're heading into the sky on the wings of flight find that this afternoon we will...according to the great world of GARP and so forth yeah...here it goes luxury abounds in the principles of Eden and we'll listen to the STanding Rock people on that one
all elected...rambling...it's about Donnie and the Queen man..we made it and we hate how we got here and we endured many nights of her trying to find the tissue and coming up with that one little yellow spookum and proclaimed for all the world when the egg fell out of me an Georgie...
hear I iss...
and I hope this is weird enough to understand because I wish to be there when it all comes down to nothing like they don't think I understand what taking out the Great Wall brick by brick means?????
I did my time man..I was there and he was wiff me ebry step a da way...thank you dylan thank you DH
amen Jesus I'll make sure I make mass when I'm back in DC...promise, if I stay that long I'll go to St. Matts it's on the way in fact I'll go there to say a prayer because it was a haunt of mine day and night a prayer in a pew...used to be wide open maybe no so anymore on the steppe then? hehe
everybody line up for DOS!!!liberation is at hand....
we're passing out tickets for one way to Mars...get off this planet before the Alder represent the current world...meanwhile...
they don't call me kweenofkaos for nuthin...
