12.21.2010

whore and buckropes

  Once it was Heil  Heidegger!


Now its Heil H__ Hegel~ the hated hat man of what was that country ? the land of the pig giant GoethE? that name no woman says without curdling her blood and the gallows humour an dhe glamour industtrye we dont prouncouce wrds anylonggeras Our plates goes . So gloss thy parts O article of SHite and demean your porucupia farder. Iw as in Dublin? Awye We saw the end of Hoverty. But skipped to blank ship of.




Have done with it soon enough. Asthe leaking transcendence of false pretenders renders doubt dead. Redders its slowforwad cause. Simple as the smile of your thigh.


________________________________________ yes the little general from Slovenia who thinks totalization's a good idea pounds that out quite often Molarizing each and every event. then he gets nostalgic! but we UnderStand Herr Z~! we do, you hear the the imagined workers of your country pleading holding their hands saying!
We'd work for that! 
we'd be grateful!
We'd even do more for less slav slaves that we are! Knitters and woolers of the cap and deed.


butch it aint that way dis it? its gaworse. eh? workr dontgaves a fuckswheel uptheirerses of their others/ Big and small . Get its.? So finds the molecUlE mole the mole __ the inside dope o' th' travelling particle.


O General Z I remember another noted Bird man Brigadier Orders Doctor Dereader.
TYesp I recalls that wones


et Colonel Foucault and MOnsieur Sartre top Spy of the Blazing Navy of Battalions and Lions of the Sheeps et Skin. O Phonography! How you have met me!




and EspIon DebAuavoIr and tout le gang et les autresss et outres. mes amants et terreurs.


____________________________Ishawlcomebeck?  We shall we shall
_____________________________________________________ thee spuds are willing indead ~.


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One must stay house arrrested long enoughs to gunderstand gese theng.


-Ouishld continue our diatribal
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________________________________ Noyans  et Antrustions!




The birdcagezz lilting on St. Laurent boulevard roun' tha sentence of the whirled. You heated lap is toppeD its range and lovered its god.



Clifford without a face obscured his studies at Vincennes and that was . And she met her there. And he too  ~ O holy of one two there three  ~ there it go that Hair 
                                                              that Hair!




_________________________Le docteur de schizoanallas! |Un rêve de continuité ! et contumace  ~ 


________________________________> Aye then u mean the continental night is that it?
_____________________________________> Ya gotta it lazzie we aint here four 'ousewives of that other hengland . Nor irish to the gages of thier enropement.