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12.01.2001
That's a tough one to follow...
I'll keep this brief: "Gay Cops on Crack listening to Disco" GH in the FM 11.29.2001
FATWEH
Episode 1 Scene 1 Chelsea walks in to the living room of Ronny's (the fat cop) living room. She is wearing nothing but a long, worn out N.Y. Jets t-shirt. Chelsea "Hey Ronny, why don't we get a pizza and a video tonight? Stay in, you know, cuddle. laughtrack Ronny "That sounds great Chels. Tell you what, you pick the video and I'll pick the pizza." Chelsea "As long is there is not too much meat on it. I get gas." laughtrack Ronny "I'll leave out the beef, if you leave out the the romance movies." Chelsea "But Ronnnny, they go together so well!" They both smile and clutch at each other. TwiSDTted guiaysreasftssiteerehsiiitsteeteeester!!!!!!
"HAVE THEY MADE ANY COMMENT ABOUT THEM, THE SYMBOLS OR CARVINGS?
Greek-like inscriptions." Nice links. Now, the poemme: Fantastory rappers up in the Italy, clomping to the blings, shivering in underaged motel bathrooms with animals kind, fathers of the fuad storm urn message.  11.28.2001
11.27.2001
Weird groovin' stuff that we feel in the
ice-crusted night. A couple of riders approached a monkey alongside a road in the Trinity Alps nighttime forest. They laughed at it, and threw wet cabbage at it's head. The monkey did not find the situation humorous. Am deeply immersed in the galactic opus of a jewel that is Gonzo Papers Volume 1, The Great Shark Hunt by Hunter S. Some of my favorite articles inside are: Fear and Loathing at The Super Bowl The Kentucy Derby is Decadent and Depraved YESS!! Definite Book of the Month on the Lenny Bellows Reading List!!! Lenny B and the Turtle Street Boys in the House! with: She Be Anxious i'm just cruisin' in the stylistic stewin' you told me about Bee she was the naked Fake she'd wrap you and stoke you and catch you on the take but never underestimate a young do gooder they like to criticize and be a strong straight shooter then they all thought that she was unstoppable they would kneel at her feet make her more unforgivable until the day dawned that she woke up Blind they stood around her bed with some bottles of wine some drinking and shouting resulted in a time where everything just floated away like a polished yellow spring crystal that is nudging a soft bunny rabbit SCHLAPPY!! Foggy Mountain Breakdown shaking CTS down,
come in pairs for the breakdown, you'll never escape my shakedown, coming down on you. Panties flying left and right, even landing on lamps and toes, crux wormy stunted over kind pirate souls; shattering crystal shit from the pearl. This magicked vessel expiring all account, the archived strain of utter bliss and Art Bell beetles. 11.26.2001
re: My old friend Splappy
I always told him that ManFinjer was an interesting, albeit strange name for a folk-rock group. He once told me that his penultimate dream was to masturbate stage left at a Bob Dylan show, while Bob was playing Lay Lady LAY. He shouted terrible, religious invectives when They hauled him off. His face became very red, like an overripe strawberry. He never made it to the asylum. His heart burst in the back seat of the Director's red Cadillac convertible. The last thing I heard old Splappy yell was, "Tell 'ol Beetroot that I forgive his damn, Jewish ass wipin'." I later told Beetroot, who had known Splappy his entire natural life, about the incident. Beetroot just got up at the end of my narration, went to the icebox, and palmed himself a Hamm's. "He was always ashamed of that homo incident he had with me back in '63. He never got over it. I wish him well." Splappy Fern born: May 20, 1926 died: September 6, 2000 R.I.P. Friend Betty, this is totally unacceptable. I prefer
staying with the aforementioned "office solutions: slap my donkey". Jeff -----Original Message----- From: Betty [mailto:betty@level23.com.au] Sent: Monday, November 26, 2001 2:15 PM To: jeff@level23.com Subject: ad Jeff, I just phoned the courier and had the ad changed to "office solutions for hard times" have a great day and talk to you soon. Luv yah --B |
