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scum 1/29/2011 8:27:14 AM
wee hours of a dead-ender i was scratching my arse at two in the morn, my usual intimate time, i never thought i would see the day that my arse woul give me as much pleasure and concern as a woman, and then i thought i see part 11 of that great parody of life _ Runaway Train- just to try imitate Vinny (manny?) saying palatly to the warden: - no, no, just you and me!, I practice now and then but i find it hard. i have to buy some peanut butter, i think that might help... so then i thought i send it to pietro, he is on a dead end siding too and then another deadender popped up on the screen, my ex landlord, he goes to yuma to compete in sports- he is about my age and in his own words- built like a brick shithouse( and almost as bright too) - anyways the cmpetitions are starting in febr and he asks me to pray for him. Evangelist born again christian built like a brick shithouse and as bright and he asks me to move heaven to be on his side.... what about the other guys? truly there is no limit to folly, that is why i am trying to give it up, it just cannot possibly satisfy me. i tell you, only brahma could have thought of such a` place to hide. but so i got to hear gloria again. had a good orgasm and then i thought i take a look at Eric's link.... but i don't want to read poetry, my battle cry is- KILL THE POETS!!! them are the wardens for chrissake! them and the troubadors! by the way all the shit i take in the morning starting with a good tablespoon of extra virging olive oil is not doing much to save my life i don't think, but i have noticed my liver spots are fading! maybe i ll just leave a nice corpse. nah...
